chains

I don’t want any trouble, I don’t want to make any waves.
I don’t want any conscience and I don’t wanna be brave.
I’ve kept my distance my feelings have never been shown.
I know that I’ve been walking fences, denied what I have known.

I put my conscience under a stone, the stone under the ground.
Walked from where I had left it, I hoped it couldn’t be found.
My conscience persisted it’s a haunted seed I have sown.
Calls me out from the distance and it just won’t leave me alone.



Chains, Chicago XVI