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.