Once in a while

Once in a while
I hear the music that charmed us
The sound that smoothed us both
That took us to illusions we wished
The voice that made us
Smothering ourselves into feelings
Feelings we wanted feelings we wished for
Or at least I thought you wished them as well

Once in a while
I hear the music
I feel that music
And the same illusions come alive again;
But now is not the same.
I hear it, but I do not listen
I no longer listen those dreams
I no longer feel those deceptions
Those shadows that tricked me.
Am I free of it?
Freedom is only an illusion
As well are the shackles.

 Broken Feather