Something happened on the eve of the year of the pig
and I became unleashed
un-prisoned by the confines of my own mind
Thank god the last 20 years are over
the jail sentence i served myself finally complete
I am finally walking away
from this burial ground
I can feel the soil here trying to suck up my life
if I let it
It's not even the music he brings me
nor the coffee
I'd like to think that it's something in me
that has finally clicked open to reality
Freedom is a lonely road and
I don't want to be afraid to go it alone
sober and alone
Monday, January 21, 2008
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