Chains of Order

If you don't let go and allow me to be free,
this empty shell is what you'll get from me.

No passion, caring, love or thought,
goes in to this creation you have wrought.

This lifeless act, this wicker stage,
is a closed book with but an empty page.

when you put garbage in, you'll get garbage out,
Surrounded by rain, this farce is a drought.

Your orders are rules that hold no law,
so let's end this now, and call it a draw.

It's not me you want, is what most bemuses,
unconcerned for my body, or psychological bruises.

So cut this one loose and let it be free,
And perhaps you'll delight when you truly meet me.