Of All The Things

The countdown starts with only ten days ahead
And just to think, two years ago I could have been
dead
And as all kinds of thoughts rush through my head
I wonder if I could’ve prevented what was said.
Thinking about the world inside out and never out
side in
In the back of my mind thinking if I really care
about goin’ to the free
Or goin’ to the pen
Of all the things, all I remember is the pain
Wonder why? Cuz it’s the only thing I felt as Mom
Said she missed me through the lonely Holidays
And now I’m almost home but the pain hasn’t left
It feels like a scythe in the grip of Death
About to cut my life short
Or send me to the pen
But then I snap back into reality, and everything
becomes clear
It’s like I was never asleep, but I was for more
than a thousand years
Mom, I see the truth now and no one can stop what’s
already in progress
The countdown starts with just ten days ahead

Matthew

from Give or Take, writings by residents of the Turman Halfway House.2011.