I been here before.
Not the place — the feeling.
The cycle that spins but still teaches.
The train that moves in circles,
yet somehow I keep finding freedom in the round.

Chains on my feet — but I slip ‘em.
Not ‘cause I’m reckless — ‘cause I remember.
Some locks ain’t metal, they mindset.
Some prisons don’t need bars, just doubt.

My daughter beside me — innocence glowing like a torch,
reminding me why I climb,
why I dodge the poles, the signs, the cars —
why I rise, even when the ground forgets my name.

They tried to loop my destiny,
make me run the same route till my soul got dizzy.
But I found the break in the rhythm.
I learned — sometimes freedom don’t look loud,
it looks like stillness before you fall,
or courage when you let go.

So I ain’t afraid of the upside down.
I been hanging in the trees of transformation.
And even if they don’t look up —
I know heaven watches from within.

~ TRENCHO