Life Is A Prison

A pair of shackles on his ankles, a number tattooed on his wrist
A bill of money owed, an early morning tryst

These are the simple harnesses which we’ve put on our backs
The intelligence to take them off, humans seem to lack

A promise ring in pocket, soon on a lover’s hand
A reservation made to spend the day out on the sands

Surely they’re restraints, for it’s them which hold you back
For those dreams you once aspired to, now you seem to lack

A life spent in lonely servitude, limitations everywhere
Incarcerated prisoners, a long and ceaseless scare

The word ‘free’ is long forgotten; it’s kicked out into the dust
Like an old and useless slave you once use to entrust

A horse tied to a picket fence, a lion in a zoo
A woman baring child, a runaway who’s pursued

To live this life with freedom is to live life without the bonds
The rules and regulations that most try to abscond

Only in their dreams can men truly be free
Oh, I can only imagine what a life that would be

Life is but a caged bird waiting to go and fly
It is trapped within large, sturdy bars that only man could’ve applied

Life’s chains of confinement are a catch-22
The absolute subordination to which there is no virtue.