I want to go but can not go

The escape route is narrow

There is but just one hurdle

The one they all call sorrow

My shackles are not longings or desire
My wings are trimmed but not on fire.
I want to go but can not go
I am not waiting for any tomorrow.
The sun comes nonetheless
To lighten up the darkness
But the tease of the abysmal fear
Is fathomless and beyond repair.
I want to go but can not go
The captive lives within my self
The guiding torch is not of help
Was it your shadow on the floor
Was it a knock on the door
Dreams and illusions are on repeat
Like the cacophony of a silent drum beat.
I want to go but can not go
Like water that runs with the flow
For the coming was not of my choice
My screams can die within my voice
When the exit doors are closing on me
I know someday I will be eternally free.