My Time

Locked up in chains
Guards leading me to cell 19
Eyes drift from one
inmate cell to another
Creating my own story
of how they got here
Mine is one of unusual story
I’ll tell u how it is
I was looking,
looking to be accepted
But every door I tried to
open was locked
The keys were on a shelve
But I was too short to reach
Every river I tried to cross
was too deep, the boat was there
but the oars were missing
Every lens I peered through
was foggy, I cleaned them
and by the time
I raised them up to my face
they were once again foggy
Every coat I tried on
was too light for the cold
The feathers would slowly fall apart
But when I stopped looking
and saw it right before my eyes
The authorities told me that
It’s too much to want freedom out there
Too much to want peace
Too much to love
Too much to be who I wanna be
Too much to make mistakes
and learn from them
So they shut me out somewhere,
where I’m out of reach
Away from all I wanna be
Then I told them I have a few allergies
I’m allergic to control
It eats me up inside,
it’s like a disease the way it kills me
Allergic to hypocrisy
You tell me to be patient
bearing with one another in love,
yet you’re at the verge of
splitting my head in two
Allergic to failure
It came by me once and
I had to be admitted to an emergency room
So I’m not staying here for long
If Michael Scofield did it, so can I
I arrive at my cell
turn around as he’s closing the doors
Hands around bars
I say “I'm innocent and
I'm doing time because I wasn't lucky.”