I got caught up unarmed
And jailed for nothing I did
I’m in prison of the mind
Kept it all deep inside
Even if it hurts
Feels good, at least I try only what’s righteous
I’m a criminal who has got tied to the sleepless nights
A truthful con
Swimming in an endless ocean
And the judge is this pain
I love talking to the moon
Not a sin but a crime for the kind who writes in his own zone
Expressive of a buried sorrows
And the hall is my wild and empty house
Everyone else is an audience
Crazy, they are like watching a show
I never have had or been through a convoked
I am a criminal who has got tied up to the sleepless loneliness
It doesn't just rest of being just one since it was just set once
What makes is sensational is I enjoy the deepest meanings of what's in our minds
And I’m here solitarily
Living my own reality
Not a sin but a crime for the kind who writes aside everyone's fantasy
To the prisoner of the mind,
Realities are fictions inside
©jermiah
J