自己
There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then. Then a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone and this old man is all that's left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time.Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit.
I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
I find I'm so excited. I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border.I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope.
Every one is their God,if you give up on yourself,who else will save you?Every one is busy,some are busy livig,some are busy dying,and you, who are busy chasing fame and fortune,who are busy with daily necessities,try to stop to think a second:if your brain has been institutionalized?Where is your God?
These walls are funny.First you hate them,then you get used to them;Enough time passes,gets so you depend on them.That's institutionalized.
These walls are kind of funny like that. First you hate them, then you get used to them. Enough time passed, get so you depend>
It takes a strong man to save himself, and a great man to save another.