Imminent Release

How hopeless is the man who lives alone
And only yearns for that which he creates
From stories wrapped in fantasies unknown
To dreams in which he revels and awaits

And how is he to venture from the hole
He dug when all the world couldn’t see
The darkness that was burdening his soul
And frolic in the pleasures that will be

When he can open up and leave behind
The memories his heart has all but bled
To search for all the rapture in his mind
And leap upon the life that lies ahead