Escape (the thought crosses my mind)
I can see the light
Under the crack of the door
Im tempted to open it
Its not locked
There is no electric fence
Im no dog
I wear no (visible) collar
But I am held here
Kept by the
Sound of their voices
Unable to walk (run) away
But finding it hard to stay
I dream of hitting the 495
Find a quiet spot
To write my mind
No distractions
Or low ceilings
Let the sky be my page
