Disappearing Chains

When did society
gain such a hold on me?
And when did I start listening
and actually believe
that this picture it's painted
is actually true?

And why do I let fears
hold me down
and hold me back
or quite simply:
hold me at all?

I would much rather
rest in the arms of truth
and have security
than be comforted
by lies.

And, of course,
the truth makes me uncomfortable
and occasionally frustrated
but at least truth is reality
no matter how unseen

If by following truth
rather than being led by lies
means walking in an unseen reality
then I will not only walk in it,
I will run in it.