Lock Down
On The Inside...
... Looking Out
When night falls, the city within appears to have closed down around us. Through my window I can vaguely see the others housed across from me with their faces pressed against each uncovered pane of glass hoping to satisfy their curiosities of the night, just the same as my own.
... On The Inside
As I begin to focus in the darkness my eyes scan and search the near distance. All I can do is visualize and reminise on the activities that had taken place during the previous hours, days, weeks, years, Time- time-T-i-i-mmm-e .
...On The Inside
I could plesantly imagine the days of the summer solstice when a sea of yellows would all find their place on the field, enjoying inhouse conversation with one another behind the sunshine and smiles. While others releasing institutional stress by falling to their backs in the clover bedded fields of grass pampering thoughts of home, hopes, and wishes in their heads as they steal that one unauthorized moment of privacy while absorbing the PEEK-A-BOO sunrays that are only available upon special request. (let us prayer)
...Looking Out
That vision quickly disapates as I lift up mine eyes from whence commeth my help
On The Inside...
....Looking Out
There's an untouched beauty that only the eyes can see or the heart can feel or what I can wish to encounter. Although; we are kept separated by the shimmer of the silvery spiked barbed wire, I do remember when I could gently pick a flower a rose, daffodil or sniff the aroma of its petals.
On The Inside...
...Looking Out
I can hear in the distance the moutains are calling to me but I can't be there, I am paying for my consequences, my dues to society, I am sorry and have remorse for my wrongs, I'm incapable of participating in public activity, I'm furious, captured, locked down in a sea of yellows surrounded by the blues.
I'm On The Inside, Looking Out
... Looking Out
When night falls, the city within appears to have closed down around us. Through my window I can vaguely see the others housed across from me with their faces pressed against each uncovered pane of glass hoping to satisfy their curiosities of the night, just the same as my own.
... On The Inside
As I begin to focus in the darkness my eyes scan and search the near distance. All I can do is visualize and reminise on the activities that had taken place during the previous hours, days, weeks, years, Time- time-T-i-i-mmm-e .
...On The Inside
I could plesantly imagine the days of the summer solstice when a sea of yellows would all find their place on the field, enjoying inhouse conversation with one another behind the sunshine and smiles. While others releasing institutional stress by falling to their backs in the clover bedded fields of grass pampering thoughts of home, hopes, and wishes in their heads as they steal that one unauthorized moment of privacy while absorbing the PEEK-A-BOO sunrays that are only available upon special request. (let us prayer)
...Looking Out
That vision quickly disapates as I lift up mine eyes from whence commeth my help
On The Inside...
....Looking Out
There's an untouched beauty that only the eyes can see or the heart can feel or what I can wish to encounter. Although; we are kept separated by the shimmer of the silvery spiked barbed wire, I do remember when I could gently pick a flower a rose, daffodil or sniff the aroma of its petals.
On The Inside...
...Looking Out
I can hear in the distance the moutains are calling to me but I can't be there, I am paying for my consequences, my dues to society, I am sorry and have remorse for my wrongs, I'm incapable of participating in public activity, I'm furious, captured, locked down in a sea of yellows surrounded by the blues.
I'm On The Inside, Looking Out
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