Freedom Found
fist full of cash
tray full of ash
dinner served with couch burns
toilet time with one ticket left
clean up time dishes make the mess
tick tock is the clock watch tv do house work till bed
where's the freedom is there anything out there
past mental brutality's i hit reality i cant get away from this
routine chronological simply unstoppable
there has to be more to life
than this simple minded strife
a neighbor here a movie night out there
but i see no freedom anywhere
all i see is my brother Tim coming through the door he looks so sad i wonder what its for he said now Jim look outside the box you live your whole life on a rotting thought
there is more you just don't see you could be starving like bill and me
you could have no toilet and no tv to watch
no bed to lay in or sheets pulled tot no cigarettes' your lungs could wither with disease butts filled with gonorrhea syphilis's unseen
this simple routine between you and me its the best part of life you just have to see
Copyright © Cody Tuffnail | Year Posted 2021
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