When I get free
(What are you going to do? When you get your head straight?)
I’ll turn my face to the sun and
breathe deep and blitz(ed) under the clouds
(When you get straight?)
stop looking at the sky through a grid.
No longer to echo in sterile halls.
Linoleum muffles the sound of breath and
wipes clean.
(Where are you going?)
(What will you be)
Out. I’ll be out. Out of bars. Out of walls.
(When you get straight?)
Out of time.
Written just after I got out of rehab, and I had been listening to a lot of Tupac.