Break Out Of Prison Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

Lost inside me there is a fish swimming in a glass bowl,
Who wishes to break out of her own prison.

Who am I standing in the mirror of time,
Where confusion reigns on the mantle of god.

Going nowhere, somebody help me to see the prism springing forth light.

Let me go, don't call my name, I want to free myself and never turn back.

I want to be alive, to the beat of a hundred latins, to the rythm of a thousand stars falling from the sky.

It was the summer of love, where shadows of autumn blossomed to trees;
It was the the spring of hope,
where children of winter grew to men.

The bells were ringing as I slipped away from the darkside,
And metamorphosized to that which I am.