Mired

There's a lot of questions these days

These words again were carved in me
When I was young and yet naive
Before I had a chance to chose
What I felt was right and true

When now they rule my every step
Laud each that meet the path they set
And punish those straying near too
The line long draw twix me and you

I find myself mired in chains
Of shaken bedrock wet with pain
Left to question and to choose
From what I've learned and what I knew
What to feel is right and true

Author's Note

Not sure about that last line