The Prison Bus
by Gavin Grimshaw
from HMP Buckley Hall
The picture seems real but the scene is all fake
A prison bus is rolling by Hollingworth Lake
You appreciate your life when it’s yours that they take
You look but can’t touch, yeah, its total heartbreak
It’s like viewing through a world with a digital screen
Shaken and strangled by a sweat dripping dream
Assaulted with guilt and stabbed by a scream
If God is so real, then why’s he so mean?
The prison bus is rolling ever since I was a teen
One life, two life choices in my head
Trapped behind bars, yeah, is living like you’re dead
Now I’m dreaming of a lake, feeding ducks with my bread
The prison bus is rolling – best remember what I said
Can you hear that, you know, that tiny little voice
The one inside your mind that is giving you a choice
You’re either living in despair or you’re smiling in rejoice
Searching for my place as I walk the water’s face
Becoming one with nature, yeah, adapting to my space
Questioning myself in this blood-rushing race
Not knowing overwhelms me with a fear-kicking pace
Alive but far from living, existing, not a taste
Strolling down the banking as the ripples trickle by
The echoing of time with a tear inside my eye
I’m drowning in the currents, yet wondering why
Feeling all the motion, yeah, I’m living in a lie
Lost upon a dream is a child inside a guy
The prison bus is rolling … but I’m learning how to fly