My Cell of Boredom

Out by a nearby clearing        
Lurks an empty heritage        
Passed on from days gone,        
Where undiscerning devotion        
Guides the naive following        
Of this unsuspecting herd        
       
Pressures breathe into an oath        
That's unwillingly made my own  
 
Reluctance refuses to uproot the stems        
That drag along those abrasive frictions        
Between who I am and what I aspire to be        
           
By choosing to concede, rather than escape        
I must carry the burden of the hunted lamb  
        
Branded a scapegoat, I have chosen to stay       
       
One's ideal may reign supreme        
Among futile sources of reason        
Hereafter, my meaningless words        
Shall set in motion a new allegiance        
       
The company I continue to keep        
Nourishes my cell of boredom        
And here is where I will remain...        
       
A crippled man inside a shell of freedom