The Prisoner

goes from town to town, head down hiding, trying to forget the past, goes to work medicated, just trying to forget, prison in the head, prison in the heart, prison in the fear, there’s prison in the past

busy schedule, it’s all filled in, no room for a mover, is that a prison cell, can’t tell,wrapped in new laws, can’t do this now, used to be normal before, they switch around the rules, the access and their views.

Being a prisoner, it’s not what it usedche2 to be, freedom is such a dream, when your head is full, the stuff that confuses you, the places that you run to, hoping to ignore the truth, cause that”s what prisoners do…

Solomon was wondering what they were all doing, behaving like prisoners…well

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