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chained and held by the beast
my ego he has for a feast
the moments that swirl by
seem as far off as the sky
every circumstance that set
itself upon my door
has turned to some major chore
the feel of things come and gone
the stroke that sets up hope
that "now" is different
the desire, want and need
ah, my life is but feed
to some lost entity
whose rampant desire
sets my hopes on fire
and fills me with "the" doubt
by his overbearing clout
the doubt that i'll ever see
my life as i want to be