Imminent Release

How hopeless is the man who lives aloneAnd only yearns for that which he createsFrom stories wrapped in fantasies unknownTo dreams in which he revels and awaits

And how is he to venture from the holeHe dug when all the world couldn’t seeThe darkness that was burdening his soulAnd frolic in the pleasures that will be

When he can open up and leave behindThe memories his heart has all but bledTo search for all the rapture in his mindAnd leap upon the life that lies ahead