The Invisible Hand that Binds...

They sit on throne yet the shackles remain locked around their feet, they stand on top of the highest towers bathing in the blinding light that only they knows
They sit on throne yet the shackles remain locked around their feet, draped in silks adorned with jewels and gems that only the rulers of the night knows
They sit on throne yet the shackles remain locked around their feet, but the wealth they own is not only their own nor is the breath that they takes
They sit on throne yet the shackles remain locked around their feet, for every move they make is watched there couldn’t be any room for mistakes and miscalculations…

They lower their heads in submission yet they call themselves masters, to keep their place is to hold their power as they bend and bow and kneel
They sit on throne yet the shackles remain locked around their feet, their laughter echoes through the halls but still sorrow lines their eyes seen all through their faces
They sit on throne yet the shackles remain locked around their feet, behind those smiles beneath the wealth is a silent that scream remains
They sit on throne yet the shackles remain locked around their feet, for all they sought are all they have achieved was bought with unseen chains that they couldn’t unveil…

They present themselves with elegance yet they conceal their truest selves, they cannot speak what’s in their hearts as their voice is not their own
They sit on throne yet the shackles remain locked around their feet, their thoughts belong to those above as their will is carved in stone in order to be settled
They sit on throne yet the shackles remain locked around their feet, each strand in place where each and every actions are rehearsed as their roles are well-defined
They sit on throne yet the shackles remain locked around their feet, the price is wealth, appearing to be strong and sure to fit in silence, pay in fear but how much more will it take…

The path is clear as one road leads to chains but the other is to true liberation, for freedom is found in what you tend to seek, as ask yourself what life will you embrace
The path is clear as one road leads to chains but the other is to true liberation, will you give up the right to choose for money, for power or for grace of life
The path is clear as one road leads to chains but the other is to true liberation, will you become what they demand and reshaping yourself to fit in or claim the path you truly want
The path is clear as one road leads to chains but the other is to true liberation, for what is path if every step is the cost of your every painful breath
The path is clear as one road leads to chains but the other is to true liberation, the right to be with the right to live is a clearer path without world’s despair…

Watchwords:
The one who walks with desire with nothing to obey is who bows to none
Who speaks the truth is the one who dares to go their way
Our lives are filled with endless rules with silent treats and codes
That one alone among them is truly the ones who are in control

Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..

As and will always be reminding you to dream:
“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”

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