The chains of my mind holds me captive to my own truth.. I indulge in a hunt of my own sacred proof.. some say I'm as wild & free as the summer air, and still some say they should hold me captive, in my own despair. I think outside the box, I try to reconcile, all the damage I have caused while truly belonging to the wild.. when I'm set free, I'm still captive in my own Captivity, No one cares to try to understand the reasons of the difficult me. I refuse to be a member of society when I can be a member of the jungle, it will be hard to watch a warrior of light to fall and fumble. There's days and there's nights where I'm still held Captive, captive in me, captive in my own captivity.