Don’t mind the tan lines on my wrists,

Never mind the scars strewn across my fists,

Ignore the lines of years drawn in sagging skin along my face;

I will get free despite it all…

With one more wink to whence I came and a steady nod readying myself to reclaim.

But where was it that I was returning to? 

Figures I’ve managed a magician’s escape 

But I’ve forgotten how to forgo an ill taught apprentice’s fate,

That the illusionist kept me chained all along and that freedom was the delusion that continued on and on…

And on.