Disenchanted by life
It leads no colour...
Forever bound to a colourless existence
Subdued to an impotent state
Four white walls around me
Prison or home?
The bunk mate says "we'll be out soon! I've sent for help!!!"
Help!?!? From who?
"The magical spacecraft"
I don't belong here but certainly he does
Prison or home?
Temporary insanity...
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