Prison

May 8, 2009
By HisTinyDancer GOLD, Mount Olive, North Carolina
HisTinyDancer GOLD, Mount Olive, North Carolina
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In my mind
I can hear the river rushing
So close I should be able to touch it

I can hear the birds
That look down at me
Singing their songs
Of comfort and freedom

I can feel the tall grass
That sways around where I lay
And the cool morning dew
That lingers on

I can taste freedom

But when I open my eyes
I am once again surrounded
By the gray walls of my prison


The author's comments:
This is about how no matter how free we are in our minds we always have to return to reality, leaving our escape behind.

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