Saturday, May 09, 2009

The Prisoner ©©

Somewhere
Somewhere far
Somewhere close
Somewhere beating in my chest

On crowded streets
Down empty roads
In lush meadows
On a beach or swimming in an ocean

Out of this cage
Into the jungle
Past the concrete mountains
And running across asphalt fields

Looking to be free
Searching to find me for you
Lusting for tomorrow
Hunting for love in the shadows of my heart

Escaping the land of make believe
To the Garden of Eden
From the man made bean stocks that reach the sky
To what always was and is dieing away

To find what needs saving
To find what is missing in this cardboard world
To be free, free to reach out
To smell and taste the fruits of our existence

Only when you’re gone
Do I feel this way
Only when I am alone
Does the door close on this prison beating in my chest

Where’s the key to the lock
That sets me free from the darkness
From the cold recesses on my mind
To be free to sail away to the four corners of my heart

Walker

6 comments:

Amal Bose said...

nice work buddy.. :-)

Shadow said...

i hope you find that key. to sail away and be free.

Diya said...

She can do all these... and wreck me.

Woman in a Window said...

I like that it is a journey to everywhere to seek, near and far, in and out, everywhere. And yet, when the prison is that big, where in the hell does one go to be safe? Find it. I hope you find it, that which will save you, make you whole, free you.

Scarlet said...

She must be something.

The key lies within YOU my dear ... look close, it's there.

Brosreview said...

Great job here!!! You are on a roll mate!!!