Prisoner of who I was or who I came to be.

Captive of the image that the other sees in me.

Struggling more than the American spirit in the effort to be free.

Finding what my soul would need to keep it orderly.

Lost within a ritual or not one there to find

As I journey too much round my body and my mind

Moving in a pilgrimage too bereft of grace

Speeding to an end unnatural, gone without a trace.

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