Following my pointless routine
I observe the infectious trap
That has swallowed me for three years
The walls are dark
Unwelcoming and macabre
The lights bleach my spirit
�Yet never seem to reach my soul
Meandering to the next stop
On this trek of never-ending conformity
I look around
To better understand my sentence
I�m no better than my fellow prisoners
Just tired of this voluntary repression
I do not belong within these walls
�And I have not
Since I discovered free will
With each fading day,
My disappointment and frustration grows
As I reach for my goal of insurrection
And aspire to finally start living
After years of merely
Existing
