Locked down
Locked up
Clocked up
And clocked down,
Time is the lock up
None of us are free
Day in and day out
We all pay the fee
Much fun to be had
Our lives in our cells
Only our closest
Get to hear our yells,
Empty and meaningless
Maybe all that it means
Regardless, if,
We’re coming apart at the seams…
Moments of love,
Defined by when it’s not,
Joy in challenges,
May be all that we’ve got.
Oh I love being alive.
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