vrijdag 12 oktober 2012


It’s late

I empty my mind

I stare at the floor

My chains look intertwined


The landscape is frozen

so is my former glory

The telltale signs

Fade away like a morning glory


I want my freedom back

I want my freedom back

I feel the lack

Taken away by those who broke free will’s back

I didn’t crack


I need to be free

I need to be me

Even in the face of mayhem, ridicule and adversity


The train seems to slowly grind to a halt
I’ll end up like a dried up abandoned Kasbah

Nothing but shrill filled with dread

For their gloating eyes to see

But that spark

That perpetual fire

Will never abandon me

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