As the prisoner walks down the dark streets of the Sunshine city he meets along the way other prisoners.
The way they walk gives them away.
Besides, he has been a prisoner long enough to know the walk of a fellow prisoner.
He was now getting to a point where he was starting to think that everyone was a prisoner.
That they all had one common enemy.
The police.
As the prisoner walks down the dark streets of the Sunshine City he tries as much as he can not to be seen by the police.
He walks close to the walls and hides in the shadows as the flashing lights of motor cylcles, cars and trucks drive past.
And in their moment of divinity they with their dipped lights bring to light the things that are done in darkness in the Sunshine city.
As the prisoner walks down the dark streets of the Sunshine City
he is brought back to his senses by the noise of his next victims.
Gone are the days when the prisoner used to fear.
His senses had become numbed.
Gone are the days when the prisoner used to think twice about the police or the dangers that surrounded his deed.
When he started there were so many reasons to justify why he did it, but now he just did it.
Like a true prisoner he didn’t know of any other way.
His movements were limited and most of what he did was not out of his choice.
As the prisoner walks down the dark streets of the Sunshine City and approaches what was to be his victim,
a police man appears suddenly out of the bushes.
The prisoner panics though manages to keep his cool.
It seems the police man hasn’t recognized him.
In these dark streets of the sunshine city it is always difficult to distinguish between those free and those bound.
The prisoner breaths a sigh of relief.
That was too close!
As the prisoner walks down the dark streets of Sunshine City he decides that tonight wasn’t going to be another of those nights so he goes back to his cell.
As the prisoner walks down the dark streets of Sunshine City I wonder if he realizes his predicament.
I wonder if he realizes that those he sees as his victims are not the victims.
But that he in fact is the victim.
I wonder if he realizes that the police is not the enemy coming to close him in,
but that the police man wants to set him free.
That the police man wants to protect him from the prisoner.
The real prisoner! It is dark in the sunshine city.
And maybe that’s why the prisoner doesn’t see things clearly.
So as the prisoner walks down the dark streets of the Sunshine City I hope that he gets home safe.
As the I walk down the dark streets of the Sunshine City my heart goes for the prisoner.
For what is life if one cannot do the good they desire to do
and find themselves doing the evil they said they would never ever again do.
As the I walk down the dark streets of the Sunshine City
there is a slight breeze which soon hits my eyes and I find myself crying.
As the I walk down the dark streets of the Sunshine City I think deeply about the prisoners predicament.
Of how tomorrow he will be back at it again.
Of his wasted life and broken dreams.
As the I walk down the dark streets of the Sunshine City
what breaks me is how the prisoner doesn’t seem to realize the situation that he is in.
that he has become a prisoner by choice.
That in earnst he is a free man!
What breaks me the most however as the I walk down the dark streets of the Sunshine City
is that I realize that the prisoner is me…
The way they walk gives them away.
Besides, he has been a prisoner long enough to know the walk of a fellow prisoner.
He was now getting to a point where he was starting to think that everyone was a prisoner.
That they all had one common enemy.
The police.
As the prisoner walks down the dark streets of the Sunshine City he tries as much as he can not to be seen by the police.
He walks close to the walls and hides in the shadows as the flashing lights of motor cylcles, cars and trucks drive past.
And in their moment of divinity they with their dipped lights bring to light the things that are done in darkness in the Sunshine city.
As the prisoner walks down the dark streets of the Sunshine City
he is brought back to his senses by the noise of his next victims.
Gone are the days when the prisoner used to fear.
His senses had become numbed.
Gone are the days when the prisoner used to think twice about the police or the dangers that surrounded his deed.
When he started there were so many reasons to justify why he did it, but now he just did it.
Like a true prisoner he didn’t know of any other way.
His movements were limited and most of what he did was not out of his choice.
As the prisoner walks down the dark streets of the Sunshine City and approaches what was to be his victim,
a police man appears suddenly out of the bushes.
The prisoner panics though manages to keep his cool.
It seems the police man hasn’t recognized him.
In these dark streets of the sunshine city it is always difficult to distinguish between those free and those bound.
The prisoner breaths a sigh of relief.
That was too close!
As the prisoner walks down the dark streets of Sunshine City he decides that tonight wasn’t going to be another of those nights so he goes back to his cell.
As the prisoner walks down the dark streets of Sunshine City I wonder if he realizes his predicament.
I wonder if he realizes that those he sees as his victims are not the victims.
But that he in fact is the victim.
I wonder if he realizes that the police is not the enemy coming to close him in,
but that the police man wants to set him free.
That the police man wants to protect him from the prisoner.
The real prisoner! It is dark in the sunshine city.
And maybe that’s why the prisoner doesn’t see things clearly.
So as the prisoner walks down the dark streets of the Sunshine City I hope that he gets home safe.
As the I walk down the dark streets of the Sunshine City my heart goes for the prisoner.
For what is life if one cannot do the good they desire to do
and find themselves doing the evil they said they would never ever again do.
As the I walk down the dark streets of the Sunshine City
there is a slight breeze which soon hits my eyes and I find myself crying.
As the I walk down the dark streets of the Sunshine City I think deeply about the prisoners predicament.
Of how tomorrow he will be back at it again.
Of his wasted life and broken dreams.
As the I walk down the dark streets of the Sunshine City
what breaks me is how the prisoner doesn’t seem to realize the situation that he is in.
that he has become a prisoner by choice.
That in earnst he is a free man!
What breaks me the most however as the I walk down the dark streets of the Sunshine City
is that I realize that the prisoner is me…
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