CONFINED

When we finally found our heads,

Waiting for This Story to End,

Before I Begin Another Tale,

I think I need an abacus to get my message across,

And also for my audience to oil the engine,

For my words not to derail from these tracks,

I confess so I get what I deserve,

Some say I do this because it's for the greater good,

Shelves and shelves skying up-to the ceiling of untold thoughts,

A lighthouse is where I live in now,

I search,I search, pointing the light towards the shores,

Maybe I'll be lucky to catch what the sea storm spat out,

As I sing Lift Lift this exile from my eyes,

For life to listen and Confess,

Freedom to find to find to find that nakedness,

My story,Once I gazed at a wonder