I used to wish to wish for a window
To see birds, trees and sky.
But your better off without one –
Stops you aiming too high
Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay
Strong is good weak is bad
Be it false, be it true
Your mind makes the choice and enforces it too
Cell walls built by society
With rules to adhere
If you breach the acceptable
Then you better beware
Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key
Don’t let on that your not
What your pretending to be
Lock it all up inside
How badly that bodes
Look out for the one day
When it all just explodes
Leaving naught but a shell
Base functionality too
But killing all else
That was once uniquely you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice man, i understand your detachment, i often feel it. Maybe it is just how we should be at this point in our lives (we are similar ages) . I really like your stuff, I've checked out a few now. Check out mine if you want, i'd like to know what you think