Meet Me By Fireside

It runs down the curve of heated flesh
Gazing outward
With our masks
We shelter lives
We hide the truths—lies

Tied me down with your social constraints
Leave me where you might
And trust
I will follow your direction
Coercion, I say

No dream of mine could ever fit your plan
The focus is too narrow

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