A stroll through the city
just after dusk.
Alone in the dark but don’t fret mother
I’ll be in my bed by the time you wake.
I’m not a child,
underneath this skin, freedom itching to escape.
These people don’t care.
A million lost soles what am I but another
In this great vast jungle,
a jungle of light and sound.
A man passes he doesn’t know my name.
It just a city,
Dangerous and big, but so is my mind.
Yet you let me wander through that maze alone
Monsters waiting in the corners.
Looming monsters,
Monsters that damage and destroy.
So what is a little danger, a little freedom?
If not for freedom on the outside,
I’m stuck holding tight to the monsters within.