Run

Want to run but cant even crawl. My legs arent broken but can't take a walk. I try so hard but my feets are bound, in these shackles made of gold. Gold is malleable and soft thats what I thought. Yet can't free myself from. I use hammer, I use axe. I cut my feet if I can just crawl. My knees are bruised with all the fall. My struggle is evident yet cant be seen. As the mind is running and body is still. Its funny how I am seen taking a stroll yet cant even stand on my own. The illusion is playing its tricks again. They think I am free. Yet just want to run towards freedom.