Fettered In Deceit

I used to be this man

Who chose the pain and strife

Tolerating the slow death-decay

Of life consumed by life

Where's all the glory?

I asked yet not ashamed

Blinded by man-made stories

Still, who is to be blamed?

O! I am fettered in deceit

Need to unleash from it

To rid the garlands they wove

Save myself from the bottomless pit

Kept on changing the facades

Always to come clean

But still remembering to break away

From this soul-less machine

I strove on and here I stand

Hoping for a second chance

Tried hard, never gave up

This is where reason came to dance

And this is what it revealed:

We are all but fettered in deceit

Free ourselves from what?

We already know we have to forfeit!