Sewn Shut

Revisited pastimes showcase failures of long ago  
Scratching the irritated skin of potential regrets    
The caress of this dogmatic state fails to soothe    
Deep under those fears of the unknown, it crawls    
   
Resistance to change drowns the seeds of opportunity    
My rigid thoughts are swayed into rivers of intolerance    
   
Inertia lulls deprivation into a false sense of security    
Bound by the chains of stagnation, I choose to remain    
   
A renewed belief in uncritical thinking follows me home    
The hindrance of my limitations buries me in ignorance    
   
Bittersweet are the fruits of Freedom's drudgery  
It appears I have been sewn shut for far too long