A soul so troubled and these four walls
A soul so troubled in these four walls
A soul I would kill if I knew what it would become
But by my naïveté and miseducation, it was the habit that I would enthral.
Tell me how the outside looks, I ask a pair of footsteps
She tells me it’s full of books, and I assume she is a biblioklept
Tell me what it’s like in all that danger out there
He says, it’s not dangerous, but I say it’s not his place to declare.
Well, let’s be fair. He was giving his opinion but for that answer, no less could I care.
I grew hungry with time and asked for some food
“Who told you to get in there?” said one fool
“You foul mouthed chimp”
But he said to me, “Get the hell up child, pick your books and head to school.
Too much time wasted feeling sad
But a few misfortunes and wrong advice is all you had.”
What do you mean? This is me.
It’s not anyone else’s doing, it’s my decision and it’s free
I have been hurt not one time, not two times but three
And so I will stay here for my safety, even if it’s lonely, to some degree.
I am sick of the environment out there, it gets me jittery
I will stay here in my own company and when I am done I will leave this winery
Maybe then I will be cooler, as I deserve to be.
He said but just then started to knock one wall down
In fear and uncertainty, I ran to the other end but tripped and fell hard to the ground
The broken ring finger was painless
But I was grabbed by the shirt and lifted like a feather or less.
Looking carefully I found it was a girl but her voice was deep
And she had broken her right ring finger. Oh look, her left one too
And she told me, “Come with me I will show you something new
I have been here before and twice I have been you.”