The Prisoner ©©

Pack your bags
Look around
Close the lights
Move on with life

Sometimes
That’s all’s that’s left to do

Run to the corner
Look down the street
Pick a direction
Walk into tomorrow

Sometimes
That’s all’s that’s left to do

How long can you stay?
Where you’re not wanted
When is it time to let go?
To grasp the handle of life

Sometimes
That’s all’s that’s left to do

Better free in the street
Than caged inside a soul
Lost in disbelief
Wanting, wishing to be free

Sometimes
That’s all’s that’s left to do

Away from a stale existence
Dull and bland
Free to sip wine
From the wineglass of life

Sometimes
That’s all’s that’s left to do

Out where every breath is fresh
As the air is free to inhale
Pack up your bags
Reach out for that handle

Sometimes
That’s all’s that’s left to do

Walker