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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