Restless to know
if she would reciprocate,
for tomorrow I can’t wait.
A smile, a suggestive glance, even a blush
will keep me going
in this city of mush.

Officious night ,
obstacle to day
slumber away to make way.

Life emerged in the mountains in a trickle
many barriers to buckle
united with good friends we were going,
somewhere I guess.
I moved with them, not to be left alone.
The unlucky ones remained behind
to die a premature death
Through rocks and boulders
we made our way,
we had begun scaling our ambition,
translated in our rendition.
I broke off and emptied myself into the ocean first
watching others come behind
in varying degrees of enervation.
I am now trapped in this ocean of doom
with many others I scarcely know.
Does life always need an ending ? I ask the mountains.
Hey take me back, I want to start all over again.
The mountain doesn’t respond

In the world outside I was a rich man’s son
Behind these bars I am still a rich man’s son
My crime is more serious
But my lawyers more expensive

My food comes from home
My bed sheets are fresher
My loo stinks lesser
Because my **** smells sweeter

What I miss is who I could have got
with a little more patience with a little more love
But what I miss is myself
I will never be the same because I have killed a man.