Monday, April 19, 2010
I'll leave this one up to interpretation. I find that people build themselves many prisons in this world. Let's have fun and name a few things this poem could draw parallels to.
You can build a prison brick by brick
With fortified walls
With razor wire spiraling round
And sterile looking halls.
You can live there with your body
Or you can live there in your mind.
You can build it so that there
Is no exit at all to find.
Or you can stage a breakout.
You could be slipped a file,
But without a little help
You may be there for a while.
So go it alone my headstrong friend
If you never want escape,
But in the end don't you think
You're gonna want a prison break?