To the Mountain

To the Mountain

This once
I drench myself in the innocuous rain,
And my memory runs,
After years again,
That the free child grew into a confined man,
All along tied by an invisible chain,
Though he tried and ran,
But all in vain,
Until he drenched again, 
And danced in the rain.
Until once again,
He came back to the Mountain.

Fighting the vices within me always silenced the voices outside.

O world! When do you understand,
The lies of the lords wearing the fallen robes.
The spell is so conjured from the dais where they stand,
It is a scheme of rule; injected through the weakest mobs and stages grand.

 "Fighting the vices within me always silenced the voices outside."