Prison

We all walk a certain leash
a gentle obedience

This is not my creed, but a reality
This is not my need, but a fatality

Some used to believe in lobotomy
Shock treatment
Hydrotherapy

But the prison exists within
my freedom exists in paper and pen
My only way to let go
I need to let go of them

2006

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