What's Not For Liking?

The sun has risen,
it's like a prison.
What's not for liking?
there is no killing.
The sun is shining,
the water glistening,
it's my own prison,
What's not for liking?
there's no escaping.
The sun has risen,
the water's glistening,
the birds- their chirping,
it's my lonesome prison.
What's not for liking?
there is no talking.
The sun has risen,
the water glistening,
the birds- their chirping,
those children playing.
What's not for liking?
I'm not living.

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