Stuck on possibilities
I reassure him life won't pass
We're heading down the perfect path
He doesn't listen very well
Has a place he wants to dwell
Doing right should be enough
But then he cries about handcuffs
Soon my heart begins to follow
Before long my throat will swallow
By then I make them all behave
They really hate to be enslaved
A busy schedule will distract
And keep them off my back
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