Path Forward

How can I make it out?

Tied up by thought, naked and spied on.

Traded his favorite attire for a way to rewrite his desire.

I'm taken off all of the ways I burn when I'm on fire.

It hurts to have your mind turn to a liar.

I learnt not to aspire or force to go higher than my life could afford.

I could grab a knife and slide it down my apple's cord.

Poor outlook, battle the shackles that rattle for a path going forward.