To a prison, but in my own way
The open road calls to me
My soul is trapped yet I am free
I stare at the skies through the bars
When it gets dark I name the stars
I'm awake even when the dogs bark
And old people walk in park
I made my choice and gave my word
The line between madness and sanity blurred
So now I live for something impossible
Dying without a bang would be so dull
And in between, I write some poetry
Trying to get feelings out of me
But the word is not true, it died
I'd only smile at the feedback you provide
Been a fucked up week, but what else the hell was I expecting.
More poems from now on, I repeat but let's try atleast.
Hey! and none of you reminded me
to do a poem on psychedelic bananas!!