Monday, January 16, 2012

Of Paper Flowers

 
I walk through these empty hallways
I pass the closed doors that line the hospital like walls
I hear our elders ranting on about things
That are supposed to make us better people
Better adjusted drones when we're final released
From this penitentiary
This cold, dark hell-hole

I'm early and wait outside of the room
That eats away at my soul for two hours, three days a week
I stop and look out the window
A wall of windows
Too bad it's not the airport terminal it resembles

Outside, friends meet friends
Significant others meet their lovers
They kiss and hug, smile and giggle
Do they know we're all simply bidding our time?
Prolonging having to live in the real world
The big, bad, ugly freeway that is society

Where is my savior?
Where is my hope, my love for life?
How did I lose these things and where?
I should really go find them
And pick them up off the pavement
I must have left them on

I don't want to be part of this recess
This world of playing house and make-believing the world's a good place.
Throw me overboard, Captain
I'd rather swim with the sharks
Than flounder along with the rest

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