My thoughts are a prison
My imagination a stockade
All that I am and all that is
Contained within me a bastille
My room is a correctional institution
My home is mandatory confinement
This community is a reformatory
These sidewalks, these streets and
the road side signs a penitentiary
The television, the radio, the news
and all the crap they want me to
buy is a jail
The lines and borders drawn on a map, policies,
politics, governments and religions
are a fenced pen
The forests, deserts, rivers, streams,
lakes, hills, swamps, marshes, mountains
and oceans are a cell
This planet, its moon, the stars and galaxies
are a vault
The universe contains me
It restrains me
There is no escape
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
My thoughts are a prison
My imagination a stockade
All that I am and all that is
Contained within me a bastille
My room is a correctional institution
My home is mandatory confinement
This community is a reformatory
These sidewalks, these streets and
the road side signs a penitentiary
The television, the radio, the news
and all the crap they want me to
buy is a jail
The lines and borders drawn on a map, policies,
politics, governments and religions
are a fenced pen
The forests, deserts, rivers, streams,
lakes, hills, swamps, marshes, mountains
and oceans are a cell
This planet, its moon, the stars and galaxies
are a vault
The universe contains me
It restrains me
There is no escape
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