A Poem. Get Out Of Jail Free.

[Katiee]

Theres a tiny little box 

Called a prison for the mind

It boasts a thousand locks 

And the keys are hard to find

 

Hard, because we never try

We would not even dare

We'd rather let it slowly die

Than take a look out there

 

Besides, the cell is kinda fun

There's music films and sports

We'd rather watch how others run

Be guided by their thoughts

 

"Lights out" the jailer cries!

But we're getting out of here...

The locks are made of lies

And it's lies that caused the fear

 

Katie xx

 

Edited July 28, 2016 by Katiee
Changed my mind about title