Criminally insane, of defense, I have not -
Though free and clear I have never been;
Lost to the world and all those in it;
Of this, I am most certainly guilty of sin.
A world of imaginary personalities -
Fear where the outcome is already known;
Life is full of passion and inspiration -
Though now tame, I reap as I have sown.
My spirit is free as it always has been -
The walls about me could never bar that;
Though try as they might to force control,
It is only behind these walls I have sat.
A tender character is one that is born -
Life only molds through what is around;
The soul will endure for lessons learned -
Who is the judge of what is sound?
Copyright Beth Layne 2001
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