When Will I Be Free

By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.

Day after day my intelligence is eaten away

But I am dying to get these folks to sway

I find myself trapped in a sea of despair

Desperately seeking some much needed repair

Creativity trapped in the confines of my mind

Hoping to be set free in due time

Life signed over to people who’ve become my enemies

Shoulda known these folks wouldn’t be a friend to me

Because they pick and prod at my sanity

Turning sane minds into insane kinds

I wish they would try to invade mines

Dropping bombs on thoughts that are not like theirs

Am I being too rash or are they just scared

Sick of fake smiles and politically correct words

Most times I wish I was flying with the birds

Free

With wings spread

I’d prefer that than the life of the dead

But sometimes I’d rather lie in bed

Cuddled next to someone that cares

But currently me being committed is totally scarce

When I rarely get times to talk to my mother

Because my time is occupied with another

I just wanna be loved or love something

But freedom isn’t mine to enjoy it seems

So I’ll bite my tongue and tough it out

In time I’ll figure this whole thing out

But for now I’m left wondering to some degree

When will I ever be free?