As I stare out the window I see freedom on a friday afternoon
I observe the freedom of the outside world while I sit incarcerated for another 1hour
Pennfield road is like san francisco and the high school is like alcatraz
A unbearable prison sentence that seems to never end 
The freedom of the outside world just feet beyond my cell window
Yet stuck in my cell with no end in site
The only thing that makes the time barrable is the thoughts of the out side wind
The open road
And the thought of the real world food and not the slop they serve
But as i look up at the clock I can see that my sentence is winding down.