The Cell

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Come in and take a seat,
At long last we get to meet.
I know you are here for committing a crime,
So let’s you and I do some time.
I’ve got something I’d like to say,
I will see you change from day to day.
The thoughts you will have, the things you will feel,
I will be there for your every meal.
You will feel some sadness, and you will feel alone at night,
You will say, “I wish I was home tonight”
Make the best of the time you’ve got,
And let’s hope that it’s not a lot.
One day we will part, “Yes” you and me,
That’s the day they set you free.
I’m sure you want to know my name?
It hasn’t changed – it is still the same.
We are both together in this man made hell,
Glad to meet you, I am your “PRISON CELL”
Come in and take a seat,
At long last we get to meet.
I know you are here for committing a crime,
So let’s you and I do some time.
I’ve got something I’d like to say,
I will see you change from day to day.
The thoughts you will have, the things you will feel,
I will be there for your every meal.
You will feel some sadness, and you will feel alone at night,
You will say, “I wish I was home tonight”
Make the best of the time you’ve got,
And let’s hope that it’s not a lot.
One day we will part, “Yes” you and me,
That’s the day they set you free.
I’m sure you want to know my name?
It hasn’t changed – it is still the same.
We are both together in this man made hell,
Glad to meet you, I am your “PRISON CELL”
A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly, like all those other folk that make life seem so real.