Prison Guard
I laid down, my thoughts on fire
It’d be easier if I was a crier
Bottled thoughts are breaking free
And I just cannot let them be
Maybe sleep will give me the strength
To fight these thoughts at length
But sleep stumbles in like a circus buffoon
Staying just out of reach like a floating balloon
I laid down, my thoughts on fire
I must avoid the actions they sire
I am the guard of my caged inner beast
Who must never be allowed to feast
I sleep; I dream; I fight with myself
Some emotions should stay on a shelf
I laid down, my thoughts on fire
Life would be easier if I were a crier
It’d be easier if I was a crier
Bottled thoughts are breaking free
And I just cannot let them be
Maybe sleep will give me the strength
To fight these thoughts at length
But sleep stumbles in like a circus buffoon
Staying just out of reach like a floating balloon
I laid down, my thoughts on fire
I must avoid the actions they sire
I am the guard of my caged inner beast
Who must never be allowed to feast
I sleep; I dream; I fight with myself
Some emotions should stay on a shelf
I laid down, my thoughts on fire
Life would be easier if I were a crier
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