Won't be Handcuffed

Fatigue plagues the soul,
Sleepless the night sky,
The faith to walk the Moon beam on water,
Leaps and then as abruptly disappears in the eye,
Courage fails often,
Shivers, goose bumps rise
The red cloud of anger momentarily blinds,
The lava turns into verses,
Cutting and pointed,
Cools down and becomes resigned.
What is the need to duck behind melodrama?
When the warmth from the heart liberates even the pitiless,
Why hide your truth from the eyebrow raised in question?
It surely has its own fears to conceal,
Why feel bad about the things that you feel good about?
The circus isn’t here to tell you how to live,
Why worry about getting drenched in the rain?
When the hand you run with will soon be lost again,
Freedom isn’t all fearless,
It’s the conviction that I won’t be handcuffed,
By a world I would rather not know.