Prisoner
Another day has passed,
thinking unusual stuff,
Making myself bored to death...
Walking all alone in the cold dark,
thinking of reaching far ashore,
Wanted someone to stretch out their hand
for me...
It's been an eternity,
I'm still locked in this prison,
and now,
My mind is another prison,
I couldn't get out!
~yamuka
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