An anchor with a thick chain, binds me to a life I don't want,
pulling, it does not budge, attacking, it does not yield.
I can see the horizon, enticing me with new islands,
blowing, a storm fights me back, freezing, ice blocks my path.
Oh, let me break away, give me new purchase,
screaming, tear the threads to a former life, crying, pity the desire to try again.
Still, I sail in narrow circles, the scenery etched in stone,
burning, the sun is unrelenting, dying, a prisoner of my past.