Pulling Time:

I'm locked in my self prison
My roof and my floor,
My little bitty windows
And my great big ole door.

It's alittle bit dusty in here
It needs to be aired out,
But there's nobody in here
So it fills up with doubt.

I'm curled up in this corner
Just as cold as I can be,
Locked inside my self prison
With no one to set me free.

Every once in a while
The great big door will open,
Then food and water will enter
And I'll be locked back in.

The light seldom shines on me
Through my little bitty holes,
So it's always dark in here
That's why I'm always cold.

One day I hope to break out
And free myself from here,
But until that does happen
I'll listen for what I can hear.

This self prison that I'm in
I'm pulling some real time,
And I'm paying off my fines
Behind bars in my own Mind.