Culture
Class
It exists not here in this desolate island.
The island that has me imprisoned and shackled.
I sit here a man of great hopes and dreams but alas I can go no further here.
I have reached my end and I cannot go on.
For I have seen the light of the world and it is not here.
Here the light is shunned and forsaken.
The normal is wired and the right is wrong.
In this place I do not belong.
A place to call my own
A place to call home
That is what I need that is what I seek
For the future now looks dark and bleak.
 DGiant · Thu Aug 09, 2007 @ 12:58pm · 1 Comments |
