Thoughts swirling through heads
An ignored and scorned collection of all life’s thorns
Behind doors- we live lives of seclusive depression
Questioning the lives lived, the lucid lunacy in session

A surge of motivation to achieve the pipe dreams
Sown from the art works of others- the inner child screams
We can’t achieve.
He’s locked inside a cage of fool’s gold
I suppose he’d **** the warden if we weren’t our own foes.

We were told he’d come out but we’ve grown too old
The jail is locked the key was sold
I turned in it for green but as I flipped through the folds
No happiness was revealed just the cost of my soul