Soul bondage breaking the rules of free will,
Creating a dependency that says wait until ...
He is in the driver seat in this unequal game,
Calling all the shots, forsaking our one name.
Trapped in a labyrinth of trials through the fire,
Working each nerve with the captivation of desire.
Many dimensions of reality in this entriging dance,
Leaving much unsaid when he had a fateful chance.
Profoundly changed, never freed from the soul effect,
Contained in his protection from the world of neglect.
Giving security amiss the keynote of his enchantment,
Basking in our one soul,enough for true contentment.
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