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
