A Mind held Hostage...

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In my restless hands, I’m grasping my time in vain when I see the clock’s restless hands moving, it’s my mind carving minutes into stone of dilemmas
In my restless hands, I’m grasping my time in vain then what do I want, I ask myself what kind of trembling hope keeps us bounded and torn
In my restless hands, I’m grasping my time in vain when my peace is mine, untouched, unclaimed, what kind of force could make my mind so worn out by the unknown
In my restless hands, I’m grasping my time in vain yet still, I have my own pace, I clench with my feet, I wait in order to be able to breathe and in order to be heard…

With an uneasy eyes I keep chasing my fate’s decree, longing my eyes that the sky can scan, chasing the signs of every fortune’s flight
With an uneasy eyes I keep chasing my fate’s decree, wishing for the the clouds to part in grace, revealing those answers casted by the light that I can see
With an uneasy eyes I keep chasing my fate’s decree, but I think fate is deaf, the sky won’t speak, my silent prayer even dissolves in white clear sky
With an uneasy eyes I keep chasing my fate’s decree, I still ask myself what do I want, what does this gamble hold me like a slave of my own hope as I watch, as I plead for clues…

From those troubled thoughts, I paid my homage to my own when I see my insides twist to knots, as a puppet tangled in unseen thread I cannot barely connect
From those troubled thoughts, I paid my homage to my own as I ask myself what do I really want, what frantic whispers I can fill my head that I could grasp easily
From those troubled thoughts, I paid my homage to my own if only peace could live beyond my head, then why does it leaves me hanging tightly, I don’t know how
From those troubled thoughts, I paid my homage to my own mirrored fears to watch the faces passing by, enslaved with silent wants, hope of their restless gears…

Chained into the ground with uneasy steps, a cult of uneasiness, cult of restlessness, from sleepless souls, all trading away their peace for what, hollow years that are unsure
Chained into the ground with uneasy steps, yet still begging, even if they bend until til break free, still I want to see the way my heartbeat sways away
Chained into the ground with uneasy steps, what kind of future this vision must lead me towards what I have built, clinging on the moments like a thief at night fearing another morning’s cold alarm
Chained into the ground with uneasy steps, holding tight to the breath where peace resides, what is life that drifts beyond what your hands can lead, yet I can still pause, I can face it, and breath without worries being fed, but just a retreat at last…

Watchwords:
I ask myself, and why does shadows press my heart
From ticking clocks and burning need
Still breathing, then why let longing tear you apart
But holding tight can choke the love, once carried like a star

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Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..

As and will always be reminding you to dream:

“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”

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