Prisons.. Prisons... Prisons everywhere I look I see prisons

lost hours

I lost so many hours wishing I could get an hour back. Back in time where possibilities still made sense as I attempt to make sense of impending frustration. I am frustrated that I can't grow wings and fly to better days as days move by clocks I don't own. So, I am owned by the hands of others as my hand construct monuments to nothing.