You say you are weighed down by your own baggage,
But trust me, I am trapped inside by my own heart’s cage.
You say don’t dwell on this feeling,
But that is the reason of my well-being.
You say let’s draw lines,
But that pricks my soul like Porcupines.
I will be the pillar where your focus stands still,
Let your mind be the servant and follow your will.