Inner City Prison Of The Mind

  
Dark alleys are the best spot
for a late night smoke,  
rats scurry past and the city    
sounds of speeding cars,  
trains and ambulances.  
Light pollution so no stars  
and barely a moon.  
Headlights create shadows  
that don't stick around long,  
they race across the wall.  
Urban Idols, Allegory of The Cave  
in a modern apocalyptic way.  
Everything is an illusion, there's    
so much more then this dark alley    
and cigarette yet it feels like home, 
why bother to look for more.  
   
Chained.    
   
   
Fuck.