My Escape To Prison
My escape to prison.
Was a necessary exile.
I couldn't take the daily grind.
So I live life in denial.
It's a solitary confinement.
I'm let out at supper time.
I used to think I was hell bent.
But now life is just sublime.
I'm lost within these four walls.
The guards have gone to sleep.
I'm not allowed outgoing calls.
So I don't make a peep.
Like Job, I sit and lye in wait.
For God to settle scores.
And finally open heavens gate.
To escape these evil chores.
Within the time one has to live.
We do what we can do.
The man upstairs says he'll forgive.
But I still search for a clue.
I find my time is almost up.
It slowly slipped away.
And now there's nothing in my cup.
And no more debt to pay.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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