A seemingly fatalistic perspective, but how else can I see life except through the things that holds me captive?
Left with a desire to have desire, an unmotivated life, with no spark to start a fire, stuck in a mire of sadness and can’t escape until I can grasp my senses.
Been through all the spiritual sessions, understanding all their lessons, but still repressed by sinful oppression; undermining my principles and putting them into remission and replacing them with new ideals that are less expected.