We’re all prisoners to someone
No one has got their own keys
Sometimes someone will open the door
Sometimes they’ll lock you up to freeze
We’re all prisoners in our heads
Someone got the keys to our minds
If we don’t stand on our own two feet
Then they’ll break our spines
29th August 1985 – It’s interesting that I could be smart enough about this philosophical subject at 17 years old yet not quite smart enough to apply it to my life constantly at that time. I’m still writing similar words now, more than 30 years later, though hopefully a little more eloquently.
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