Within a restricted idea Trapped beneath the weight of influence A shape emerges, limited in its freedom to move Though certain of its freedom to choose We stack inerasable moments, convincing ourselves to climb But true heights we hide from others Out of fear of being left behind Pleading that my range of needs Goes further than what is expected of me The master, the maker, the slave and the breaker Do I decide for myself what’s becoming of me? Am I designing or observing the lie Conducting the sequences I’ll never see The master and the maker (The sequences I’ll never see) The giver and the taker I need to seek my own desires (What if you had gone an alternate direction?) Decide for myself what is precious (And you need more than what you have to make it through) I need to seek my own desires To block out the voices holding back my conviction Within a restricted idea I’m trapped beneath tightening skin A shape emerges, limited in its freedom