Unchoke Unblind
I will make you free
I will write destiny
I will dominate: the machine, with intensity
Shoving hope down your spine
Unchoke unblind, my touch is like a knife
Unchoke unblind, my ambition, takes another slice
Intentions, pure and true
My only wish, to hug you
I can’t undo, I can’t reset
I can look back, I can reflect
I didn’t set you free
I push I push, I am what I am
I slow it down and breathe in
I can’t quell the fire inside
I can prevent the burn outside
Command the flame within
Someone tries desperately to rescue a person they love from an illness, and effort itself becomes a weapon against the situation.
The love and the ambition are sincere, and the need to control outcomes still does harm. Intent is pure; impact still exists.
"I didn’t set you free." The savior story is put down, and what remains is reflection, the thing left when reset is impossible.
The fire doesn’t go out, and it doesn’t have to. The task is commanding where it lands.
- Freedom in MindWhere control stops meaning the other person and becomes responsibility for your own path.
- UnfrozenAnother rescuer who starts collapsing while trying to save someone.