Captured

A feeling I can’t explain
Living life for me;
I did what I “wanted” to do.
Seeking my every desire,
Fulfilling the urges of my heart.
First, happy—
Believing I was living the world’s dream;
Then, tired…
Unable to keep up with the latest speed;
Slipping into boredom
Because no matter what I tried,
I ultimately found discontent.
Becoming bitter—
Because the fantasy life I forged
Left me broken and spent.
Finally, afraid…
Because what I had chased
Now was chasing me,
And the things I desired and owned, owned me.
Captured and chained by what had been whims,
Now were bars—separating me from Him.