It's time to take your medicine

I thought I heard inside my dream

The bars of steel are nothing

Not as strong as they might seem

You can climb that distant mountain

Stand inside the mist

Hand your prayers to Angels

Every prayer that's on your list

Never mind the odor

Beyond the disinfected halls

Just cut the rope you're tethered to

Float up above those walls

I clicked my heels together

Until I reached the count of four

Seems three was the magic number

So I was slammed back onto the floor

Never one to argue

I opened up my mouth

Popped those pills of sanity

Think tomorrow I'll go south


~Alaskan Vogue



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