away from the prison
that captures our potential
never to be released
away from the inner fighting
into a world of inner peace

i would like to know
just exactly what i am paying
for this, my daily slaying
when i went to school
i was just window watching
in-between being a fool

it seems i have lost my dreams
and i have lost my way
well, thanks for your support
you were a parent in a million

in the world
it seem i am a dead end
i need a new friend
just to stem the flow

but do not leave me half crazy –
in a bedroom with no door
money is hard to come by
it is not like the need to cry

i have to get there,
on broken glass, then uphill
because, well, because of the way we feel

and they spoke –
and i was the one quickly taught
no overblown smoke but definitely a fire lit
now i want the warmth
so i am staying by it

you make me smile
and,
all the while
these feelings grow strong
i would wait for hours
pick the petals off imaginary flowers

the friends who once respected you
have left on an early train
and on those wild late nights out
of cheap clubs and expensive cocaine