REVOLVING DOORS

As the whispers echoes through the night as the sounds bounces off the walls and stairways and halls, like thunder and lightning echoing through the darken distance skies. Slowly becoming intricately woven within the depth of your subconsciousness, lingering within the dead of night like shadows dancing off the walls. Reawakening your life from segments from a little girl or boy into a grown woman and grown man, who has spent most of your life in and out from behind the walls of steel and stones. As it expands a lifetime of going through those transcending moments, that alter your life with an systematic system geared to keep you in an unalingment state of mind and heart and soul. As it psychologically condition you into believing, that you are nothing more than an number of a faceless figure, who lost their name in the process of imprisonment. For it is definitely necessary to reconnect to thyself and take a very hard closer look at your situation and life, for your place isn't there for your place is at home with your woman or man  and children's, for how much longer do they have to do the time with you because you refuse to change. For how much longer more does she or he have to explain, the situation to them why you can't be there with them as a man OR a woman. What will it take to get you to understand wholeheartedly that as a man OR a woman, you have to decide to grow up and change and be that man or woman your children's, need to see not a faceless image behind a glass screen, surrounded by a wall of barb wired fences surrounded by tall walls of steel and stones.