May 29, 2001
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The Cliffs of My Prison
Clouds speeding swiftly
Like thoughts through my mind;
I wish I were anywhere but here
Confined as I am
By society’s thick bonds,
Prisoner to the millions who fear
That reaching too far
Brings nothing but pain,
Though on that mark they aren’t very clear;
I long for the skies,
The freedom of clouds,
Yet the cliffs of my prison are sheer.
