I felt that my life was diminished

My smallest of dreams, suppressed

There stood before me a man of conviction
Asserting that I need not feel oppressed.

Like the pied piper he whistled, I listened

Of ancient arcadia, his land of hope

Where I could escape the rigours of conformity

That hung around my neck like a rope

Simply cradle in the soft arms of Morpheus

Safe, from the subjugator's heel

Where I’m tightly trussed and manacled

Within an inescapable cage of steel

Everything mentioned seemed so inviting

No more scrapping an existence hand to mouth

Travelling perched in the saddle of depression

Onward promised land, my curiosity aroused

Finally evading the injustices of the rat race

That consists merely of twenty-four hours of strife

Forward, headlong to a new beginning

A rebooted, different, way of life.

 

The price of redemption, “was not expensive”

That's what the piper had said,

My soul was all that he required, “after all

It was useless to me once I was dead”

 

But, my soul was my true foundation

My one principled brick in the wall

To live any life without rhyme or reason

Was no life to live at all

So turning to the black-cloaked man, I stated,

I would not forfeit my temporal space

And rather than die to receive salvation

I’ll stay detained with the whole human race