A plea for freedom

A quip of wit -
An effort spent for a reaction,
And a smile I invoke -
Other's thoughts linked to my action.

Limbs bound, shackles tout,
Cold bars, inconsequential shouts

With borrowed words,
My story I pen,
With every small gesture,
The tangle of life worsens.

I look around - its a prison;
I am the locksmith, I am the mason.

Dependent decisions, futile freedom,
Debts, fears, approvals inspire actions,
Intangible, incomprehensible, shadows of reason,
Life becomes a reflection of a reflection.

In our struggle to float, we sink deeper,
In our fights for freedom we trap each other.