Outside The Razor Fence... Poem by Lance Carthen

My prison is outside the electric fence.
Im a slave to my own guilty conscience.
Cells and bars could set me free.
But I'll put a gun to my head before they take me.
Im feeling old and tired at twenty five.
To many beers...to much getting high.
Love may have stolen the best years of my life.
Im feeling old and tired at twenty five.
Each song I write is a piece of my past.
Or a future I hope one day to be.
Id give up my world to find true love.
Never again will I beleive in just what I see.
My brow has gone wrinkled.
My eyes from blue to grey.
My hair is slowly starting to fade away.
My stomach hurts often.
My bones do ache.
Far more often these days than the past do I pray.
On my knees, trying to break free of my prison...
Outside the razor fence.