Karma

Bound by a steel forged chain The more he struggled the stronger it became Handcuffed with tenuous desire A self-fulfilling mind needing to be lifted higher Through the darkness he must chart A path guided by the sound of a beating heart Each step, each breath, each thought Fuelling the fire, the hands that forge the sword A weapon so strong yet quiescent In the hands of the man whose mind is present Brought down upon the bracing hindrance Will lead him upon a path of least resistance