Morrow
The morning I wake, all is same
Same old boring thing, it's very lame
Stuck here I get the chance to think
How low in the world I can sink
I've lost my breath I'm drowning now
Soon I'll be taking my final bow
But for now all I can do is sit here
And pretend someone's whipsering in my ear
He says "Follow your heart"
"Do not break apart"
"Life isn't over yet, though you are stuck"
"But you can't just roll over and upchuck"
I listen carefully, don't miss a thing
The knowledge takes place, cracking a sting
Being behind bars, there's nothing left for me
I can't do anything, only let be
But morrow is another day
What more could I need to say
That maybe morrow's my lucky day
Where I'll be free again to run and play
Just like a child, nimble and quick
I'll be the strongest, I'll get first pick
But for today I rest assured
That nothing more shall be adjured
And peace is left but nothing else is there
Because locked up in here there's nothing anywhere
But I still have my slop, my water, and bread
Best not to eat so I'll soon be dead
Life is not lived to be lived in a dungeon
But you've gotta say, it beats being bludgeoned
But morrow's another day
What more could I need to say
That maybe morrow's my lucky day
Where I'll be free again to run and play
This poem is copyright 2002 Mouser, to whom comments may be sent.
