Doing Time

If earth was a prison,

How could we tell;

If we were fallen from Heaven and closer to Hell?

Take a look around,

Listen to every sound,

Look at what abounds,

It’s not profound;

It’s not a playground,

When suffering is renowned.

As children we did glisten;

Yet did we truly listen;

Full of derision,

Whilst finding division.

Fighting supervision,

Inciting collision;

Questioning indecision,

Whilst comprehending the revisions.

Whilst they give us cake,

We think it’s all great;

Yet many turn into fakes,

Due to making that mistake.

Where as many heartbreaks,

Cause some to awake;

Choosing not to intake,

No longer to partake,

In that which makes us ache.

People who deem them self saints,

Are often full of complaints;

Many who say they’re a star,

Often don’t see the scars.

Released on good behavior,

Do we really need a savior;

Or to control our misbehavior?

The idea isn’t to live in sin,

Or even to turn to the gin;

Yet how can we begin,

If we don’t see we’re here in the bin?

Everywhere is full of violence,

Pretending we have silence;

Leads to such pretense,

As an internal defense.

Instead of seeking guidance,

For our soul's sentence;

By truly finding repentance,

Turning to temperance,

No longer under endurance,

By recognizing the hindrance.