looking back at a self-made prison cell...while looking forward, into infinity...
i ponder and wander, if only in my mind,
to places i had never been, because i'd been confined,
the thoughts of then and thoughts of now,
change my perceptions of all of this somehow,
but when i sleep, i change it all,
unlocked, unbound...the damage calls,
to fix a tear, or mend a seam,
sometimes i sit and want to scream,
i watch things die, i watch life bloom,
i'm matching every step with doom,
and after all this, playing pretend,
i'll know the truth, there is no "end"...