So slowly I'm losing
who I've sworn to be
a promise in pencil
that years have made so hard to read
I've spent my life building walls
brick by brick and bruise by bruise
a birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep
but time is spinning silk
that coils ruthlessly
with the devil's patience
it binds my hands so quietly
that soon it becomes a part of me
so soften these edges and straighten out my tie
and help me remember
the hope that i have compromised
please be a broken record for me