Pandora

Me counting on you 

seemed to make it all just loud.

You are pushing me down

you are closing my doors

holding my back

with the power i gave you

you are holding me back.

Trying to sketch me 

no forward, i step back . 

You counting on me 

to act under your laws.

by willing i never meant 

but to search for essence.

You center of dark 

You center of clear

fuel of life

discover you,  i want.

To once get to see

finally,

without fear,

just life as it is. 

With the power i gave you

the victim, i was.

The power,

the fuel,

the doors open,

the search,

depends on how you draw your sketch

how your message 

is spread.