Bodies tied to souls tied to minds If I had a dollar for every time. Every time I turn around I see People thinking, people wanting to be free. Freedom is fleeting, we are all bound To our own devices, to being lost and not found. Found a body whose soul has been lost? Whose mind is no longer and with the trash has been tossed? I don’t need a dollar. I don’t need to be free. But I must confess the body that’s been found was discarded by me.