Prisoner

There was a long stretch of time in which I was imprisoned
A fate that was given within, but from the world still hidden.
Stricken with the lack of impulse control towards the forbidden
I envisioned a life of profit and sin
Waiting for the next big thing to begin.
I was a slave to material things and the almighty dollar,
Forgetting about both integrity and honor,
Stacking paper only made my goal seem farther.
I was a prisoner in a prison created by my own hand
Never realized that there was one thing I didn’t understand
That the life I was living was going to shorten my fucking lifespan.
It’s now time to plan my journey to the promised land
Escape this prison and take command
Demand more from life, and make my mind expand.
Don’t misunderstand, because I’m easily misunderstood.
I was just tired of sweating tears and crying blood,
And still ended up saying could, would and should.
I was a prisoner in a prison set up by my own mind…
But now I’ve been set free to leave my past behind.