Detour

Pleading an opportunity to liberate myself,
I sought all I thought would set me free,
Freedom to, freedom from,
Delusional in various forms,

Tied down by moral obligations,
Encouraged ethics push me to this pre-decided decision,
Hence the hand that feeds tugs at my thoughts,
From which I cannot break free,

Hiding from the tense atmosphere,
I seek solace in a place unknown,
Longing to shield my being in the shadow of my creator,
False hope hits me in my face,
Bringing me to the awakening of harsh reality,
Of something only known to me,

So I remain where I am,
Where my thoughts float in the air,
Keeping me sober until the dawn brings me another day,
Where I can begin again.