Even though the chains are broken,
I still have the collar and markings of my imprison.

I still carry the weight of my chains
and can still see the bars on my windows.

So, even though I’m miles away and chains are gone, my body still remembers
every last detail.

No matter how much I run and try to get away,
I can’t see or feel how fast and how far I’ve come.

It’s stills feels like I’m in a dream and any day now I’ll wake up to see I never escaped my cell walls.