When I look In the mirror, I don't Like the man I see. Sixty years And more In the making And what To show For all Those years? Prisons. A house That confines me. A job That chains me. A marriage I cannot escape. A past That holds me fast. A body that Binds me With ever-weakening Walls, that Cannot satisfy me, And which I cannot satisfy. Prisons everywhere. And I made Them all.
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