No time to rhyme only the last line.

Stuck in aww of what to expect

Since when is it fun to be trapped?

Past, present future trooper

Whatever you wanna call it

Its still the same outcome

Of the realization

That no matter how much you want it

You’ll always be trapped

Secluded from the world

With your hands tied behind your back of yesterdays past

Wheres the locksmith?

Wheres the lock?

Questions with out a question mark

Answers followed by the marks of a question

Just release and you’ll be free

To inspire the world you and me.

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