Break away

I have this feeling of heavy chains wrapping around my wrist and down below around my ankles, a feeling and the sound of rusty old shakles, a type feeling were as if i have no control over my own physical state, a heavy heart i carry down to my sleeve, could it be that maybe soon enough i might be able to break away from my own solitary confidement, before i loose my sanity to my own mental state, maybe i can find a way to escape from myself that's slowly devouring me alive, or should i just lay here and little by little die in these chains and shakles holding me down from my true freedom to live right and try breaking away from these restraints, guessing well i got me here so i must suffer for consequences i made, and even with a heart of gold there is no way out for this fool, doing hard time for some fools gold that was never worth it, never will i see the sun shine like every morning each day, trapped to my own solitude, im here ain't no breaking away, stuck here in this dark hole till my dying day......favi