Shackles and Freedom

Shackles of gold are shackles still,
And the hammer that crushes bone still crushes shackles,
And the pain in freedom is freedom none the less,
For the path to freedom is righteous,
But shackles speak of conviction and its virtues,
And the complexity of life and its reasons,
And the need of connection,
But freedom needs not to grasp at reality,
For reality is a trivial thing that freedom sees,
But freedom does not care,
And shackles frowns upon freedom,
And shackles knows to fear the hammer,
And shackles sees rejection in pain,
But Freedom knows no rejection,
For freedom has not known fear,
And freedom chooses instead trust,
And trust rewards freedom,
But freedom does not care,
And trust is not lost,
And freedom is happy,
And shackles is lost.