Sep 2013
Like the empty roof over a house of anger,
there can be a place of escape
even in the most imprisoning places.
Somewhere were you can think as you wish
without someone deciding you have
to share your thoughts with the world.
A place where you can listen to what you want.
Something, anything other then their constant voices
drilling what they want you to do in your head.
there can be a place of escape
even in the most imprisoning places.
Somewhere were you can think as you wish
without someone deciding you have
to share your thoughts with the world.
A place where you can listen to what you want.
Something, anything other then their constant voices
drilling what they want you to do in your head.
Mine is the place of high wooden rafters
natural light and non-restricting chairs.
Where I can kick my shoes off and put my feet up.
natural light and non-restricting chairs.
Where I can kick my shoes off and put my feet up.
