Dropping the Torch

We play games and every move

Is noted down as a subsequent cause

And effectively chains our freedom and will to live;

We settle in to simple survival

Hanging on our pleasures grimly...

We must never let them go

Our prison walls are slowly built

Stone by stone and day by day;

No provision for escape

Entombed alive in safety

And decay

Time sets around us in killing frames

Black border round our names

Our fingers lose their grip

And the torch slips

The enemy for everyone

Is everyone, inside

I feel the hand of security

Creep on me with ice-cold fingers

And crush my flower of freedom;

I've lost the course of my adventure

All the things I'd meant to do are lost

There is only one flame each

To keep alive in the wind

But finally we snuff them out

All by ourselves

We set traps and, in the end

Fall into our own snares

And have nowhere to go

Time ever moves more slowly;

Life gets more lonely

And less real