Chains

Time passes
We grow,
together, apart, by our own
merits.
and in each second,
I return
to what I have said and done.
We are
the sum of our past
Shaping our future,
so why does this feel like
I am
Bound?
These chains
remind me
and while I continue
to move onwards,
it is moving on
which is prevented.
I seek absolution
for no faults but
my own,
crimes so private
that they are
in my eyes
Only.
I seek a savior
in myself.
We grow,
apart,
together,
And I return.