Your identity cages you
each bar a sphere of your hardened beliefs
you wrap your hands around them not to struggle out
To touch, obsessed by which emotions they evoke
The routine script followed along
That dreary method actor taking your lines home
And eating the fate and faith like personality pizza
chained to the little train that runs on those beautiful tracks
Tracks you positioned in circles
The monotony of rounding the track
creating just enough dizziness
To confuse yourself
Into a name
a title
an honor
A coffin
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