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"A Bike Ride by the Prison" By Eric Wayne Flynn
"A Bike Ride by the Prison"
Temptation has left me singed by fire
Unwilling to pay the price, succumbing to desire
Shoved forward into a cloud of smoke
Metal bars gripped so tight they choke
Calls echo through the halls slipping out into the night
Morph me into a bird so i can soar and take flight
Repent, i must, for a job well done
Release my soul into the yard to soak in the sun
Drenched in salt from sweat and tears
They flow from my glands, my deed measured in years
Is it good or evil that courses through my veins?
Thought is cheap, i'm a number now, what's in a name?
Spirits stalk, demanding me to take their side
I just want to be free, I don't want to decide
Apologies won't reconcile my poor decisions
Outside my window, i see myself
On a bike ride by the prison
By Eric Wayne Flynn