Sold Poem by Stuart Cuthbert

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I am happy with my life
Managed to escape the strife
And enter what is known
As the real world when your grown
A world of plans hopes and belief
A place where everything is green
But not the colour shading leaves
The tint of envy becomes greed


Am I proud no I’m not
I haven’t fought for what I’ve got
I have become what I am not
Don’t remember what I forgot
Its all a fog around me
A clouded shield and I can’t see
A way to escape to be free
This world is a penitentiary


There is a prison wall fifty feet above the ground
The stone is still screaming
But you can not here a sound
Every scrape, hole, and scratch, scars that are a mystery
Careful indentations an unwritten history
If I am a happy man if I am alive
Why is my smile part of this disguise
And if I’m truly living the life I wish to lead
Why can’t I escape the walls surrounding me

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