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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