A chance to go home

*A Chance To Go Home* By Dorothy M You may never understand my contradicting little life I am the enigma of a law abiding convict in prison All that I do, is because I want a chance to go home You may never understand why I can’t live reckless I deprive myself to avoid write-ups and confrontations The cost to back down is high, but I want to go home You may never understand why I call my cell “my home” It’s been my home so long and the law says it is forever I still want a chance to go to my real home and real bed You may never understand why I panic wherever I’m sick My fear of dying before I can taste freedom is very real to me I want a chance to go home before I leave this mortal life You may never understand why I always live in the past The law says I may never have a future outside of prison I still hope for my chance to go home and have a real life You may never understand why I hate the yearly calendar Each day leads to nowhere , because there is no EPR date But I still hope for a chance of a date for board and home You may never understand why I always seem so far away In a sea of thousands, I am very much alone and isolated I want my chance to go home to my own friends and family While lifers and short-termers see freedom over the horizon I can only see an empty life and slow death in this prison cell For me, the law says a pine box is my only chance home