I want to get out of my head

I want to wake upon my bed

Not chained to steel instead

In my mind I have fled

I want to breathe the city stench

And sit on a cold wet street bench

Rather than be tied like a wench

To this cell with thirst to quench

I want to walk with frozen feet

And feel the blisters burn with heat

Not to crouch here in defeat

Becoming ever more petite

I want to crawl, hands and knees

Threw the thorns and blackberries

Not lay here for the sake of these

Who'd watch me wither and disease

I want to fight my way through

My wrists will bleed anew

But the prison lock held true

I did not make it, my mind withdrew