I am living in a prison, thou I have freedom.
There are no doors with locks that have a key.
There are no chains to tie me, to hold me.
I am living in a prison, I'm not free.
I know that I can walk away, tomorrow,
from the drugs and the demons chasing me.
I want to be free, I know that I have freedom,
but freedom's not the same as being free.
Many have traveled down this road, some have faltered.
Others were lost along the way.
It's a journey of the mind, with a mission.
A journey I will start in one more day.
One more day and I will walk thur this dark valley.
Down a road with no end that I can see.
I must be strong, walk alone,
It's my own journey.
I want to get out of this prison,
I want to be free.
(Written in April of 2010 in Hemet, Ca.)
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