Prisoner

It'll never happen - it'll never breath

it'll lay under the stairway

with a lifetime of debris

it'll never venture corners

never climb the stairs

it'll lay somewhere between

dreaming and despair

but the moon still shines on the prisoner tonight

it'll call for action

then it'll lay and wait

and fall asleep unnoticed

while the wind unlocks the gate

there'll be a missing portion

that could fill the unknown space

but it looks sometimes so different

so easily misplaced

but the moon still shines on the prisoner tonight

so easy just to forfeit

a life into a tomb

to strip away adventure

to fall away too soon

to fade away unchallenged

in some foetal frame of mind

do we serve some sort of purpose

beyond just marking time?

but the moon still shines on the prisoner tonight