PRISONER OF FREEDOM
by Jason “The Saj” J. Epperson

I once was a free man
My mind was my own
Creating and thinking, are things I had known.
I once was a free man
My heart was my own
Sorrow and love, are things I had known.

I hiked through dense forests, and sailed the rough sea
With torrents of rain and the wind howling at me
It was here that I knew,
I knew I was free.

Now I am a prisoner
Nothing my own
Creating and thinking, to me are unknown.
Now I am a prisoner
Nothing my own
Sorrow and love, to me are unknown.

I walk through abhorrent creations of man,
Painted brick walls, part of an expanse of dimly lit halls.
It was here that I knew,
I knew I was not free.

I see a man in a nightmare
His mind not his own.
Thoughts in captivity, the outside unknown
I see a man in a nightmare
His heart not his own
The freedom to love to him is unknown

He lives life in a cubicle cell, which often resembles a painting of hell.
Silence so sacred, to utter a word, even to smile would be considered absurd.
It was here that he knew,
He knew he was not free.

I dream of a free man
His mind his own
Creating and thinking will be things he has known.
I dream of a free man
His heart his own
Sorrow and love will be things he has known.

I dream of a free man back out at sea;
There the stars are not dim
With torrents of rain and the wind howling at him
It was here that he knew,
He knew he was free.