Possibilities

There is a man inside of me 

Stuck on possibilities

I reassure him life won’t pass
We’re heading down the perfect path  
He doesn’t listen very well  
Has a place he wants to dwell 
Doing right should be enough
But then he cries about handcuffs 
Soon my heart begins to follow
Before long my throat will swallow
By then I make them all behave 
They really hate to be enslaved 
A busy schedule will distract 
And keep them off my back 

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