Please explain to me
Imprisoning
Me for a Poem
My only crime
Is this poor rhyme
And speaking my Mind
Yet here I sit
Imprisonment
For Creating a
Fiction
Call it mimicry
It’s what I say to thee
When I envision
Your tragedy
You will bury
As the pain fills you
When it weighs too much
Out of your cup
Will pour Anguish
You’ll fail to see
Emotionally
Your logical conclusion
CHORUS
Why are we on this path?
Did you do the Math?
How many people have you imprisoned here?
The writing’s on the Wall…
They see it on the walls
They paint, they scratch and they scrawl
More like a museum hall.
No, No prison at all
The writings on the wall
You can’t possibly
Be imagining
All the visions you ruin
How will you conceive
Synthetically
What you need for the future
If you can’t create
You won’t negotiate
Your changing condition
If it weren’t for me
Poetically
Showing you clearly
CHORUS
Why are we on this path?
Did you do the Math?
How many people have you imprisoned here?
The writing’s on the Wall…
They see it on the walls
They paint, they scratch and they scrawl
More like a museum hall.
No, No prison at all
The writings on the wall
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