The light flickered in the distance, casting a warm, golden glow over the parking lot. Moscon hovered in the shadow of a neon sign that flashed intermittently, reading "McBurgerFry," a beacon to the hungry and weary. But tonight, for Moscon and his newly enlisted companion Mosley, it was more than just a restaurant—it was a fortress, a high-security facility teeming with danger and opportunity.

Mosley shifted nervously beside him, his wings buzzing with a barely contained excitement. “I’ve read all the intel, boss,” he whispered, his voice carrying a youthful edge. “Just stick to the plan. We’re in and out. Easy pickings.”

Moscon sighed, his compound eyes scanning the perimeter. The outdoor play area was their target—a maze of plastic tubes and slides, offering just enough cover to make a quick entry and exit. The plan was simple: skim the outskirts, dart in under cover, and avoid getting too close to the kitchen window. But Mosley was eager, too eager, for his own good.

“Keep your head low and don’t make any sudden moves,” Moscon instructed. “We only take what we need. Stay in the play area, remember?”

Mosley nodded, but his eyes were fixed on the gleaming interior of the McBurgerFry, the golden glow of fryer oil and the tantalizing aroma wafting through the air. It was intoxicating.

Suddenly, without warning, Mosley zipped out of the shadows and darted toward the pick-up window. Moscon's eyes widened in disbelief. “Mosley, no!” he hissed, but it was too late. The young cadet was already at the window, drawn by something unseen, a craving that overrode all sense.

Moscon cursed under his breath and followed, his wings buzzing louder as he pushed forward. He couldn’t let Mosley get himself into trouble, not on his first mission. Not on his watch.

Mosley, oblivious to the danger, squeezed through a small gap in the pick-up window. Inside, the world was a cacophony of sizzling noises, clattering trays, and shouting voices. Mosley weaved through the air, his path erratic, drawn by an unseen force. Moscon was right behind him, keeping his eyes sharp for threats.

The two of them darted past the kitchen, where a worker flipped burgers on a scorching hot grill. The air was thick with the hiss of steam and the sharp, acrid smell of burnt grease. Mosley got too close, his wings flickering dangerously near the heat. Just as he was about to veer into the flames, Moscon yanked him back.

“Watch it!” Moscon growled, the tension in his voice unmistakable.

Mosley gulped, nodding quickly, but his expression was still defiant, his excitement undimmed. They dodged a torrent of fries that flew across the room as two children launched a food fight near the condiment station. Moscon twisted midair, pulling Mosley with him, narrowly avoiding a volley of chicken nuggets that sailed like projectiles through the space.

A nugget spun past them, trailing a glistening red droplet of ketchup in slow motion. Moscon ducked, pulling Mosley down with him, the droplet passing so close that it grazed their wings. Moscon felt the sticky residue cling to his side, but he shook it off, focused on the mission.

They zipped past the play area’s entrance, nearing their goal, when a worker appeared, broom in hand. The broom swung down with surprising speed and force, the bristles scattering dust and debris in all directions. Moscon dodged left; Mosley darted right. The broom came down again, narrowly missing Mosley’s head.

“Stay with me!” Moscon shouted, his heart racing.

“I’m fine, boss!” Mosley called back, just as a child’s foam sword came swinging through the air. Mosley tried to dodge, but the blade caught him off guard, knocking him down with a soft thud onto the cold, tiled floor. He lay there, dazed, as the sword-wielding child laughed and swung the weapon again, the foam blade slicing the air with a whoosh.

“Mosley!” Moscon shouted, diving down, dodging the sword just in time to see the entrance door swinging open, a massive wall of metal and glass. Mosley’s eyes widened, his wings fluttering weakly as he tried to move. The door was closing, its bottom edge descending toward him with a slow, menacing grace.

Moscon watched, helpless, as the door’s edge grazed the floor. But a slight warp in the bottom spared Mosley, the tiny gap allowing him to slip through unscathed. He landed outside, just beyond the reach of the closing door, a look of astonishment and relief on his face.

He turned back toward Moscon, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. “We made it, boss! We—”

Mosley’s words were cut short. In the next instant, a child's shoe descended from above, oblivious, indifferent. The sole hit Mosley with a soft, terrible crunch, the world around Moscon slowing to a crawl.

“No!” Moscon screamed, his wings buzzing furiously as he tried to rush forward, but he knew it was too late. Mosley was gone.

Moscon hovered there, a mixture of shock and rage coursing through him. The child’s shoe lifted away, leaving nothing behind but a small, crumpled form. He felt the weight of the loss sink into his being, the sting of failure sharp in his heart.

He turned away, his wings carrying him into the night, but the image of Mosley’s final smile burned into his mind. A reminder. A lesson. He had made it out alive, but at what cost?

As he flew into the darkness, he knew he would never forget the fast food mission to McBurgerFry, the high-security facility where he had lost Mosley. And he knew, deep down, that he would never let himself lose another mosquito to recklessness, to a mission gone awry.

Moscon flew on, a lone figure against the moonlit sky, carrying the weight of his loss, vowing to honor the memory of a fallen comrade, his heart heavy but determined.

Every night at midnight it locks down and can't be opened unless you know the code to bypass it. But that would be too easy and it's not like the information is lying around. It's a small window of opportunity every day Yet it is getting more and more dangerous. It's hard walking down the hallways feeling like they are catching on and not saying anything, maybe they are just biding their time or waiting for a slip-up. The person keeps his information on his phone but it's with him at all times. Even if it was possible to get the phone he would notice instantly. No, it's best to play by his rules for now, until the time comes.

Dangerous and even rebellious if we get caught. the price is high, and we aren't willing to let go just yet. By now you're curious about what the danger is. Every night I meet this person and we train then fight We have grown close and I have grown too bold. And this is the time when I almost got caught

Deep in the city in the dimly lit alleyway Cluttered with boxes and disregards two People where training they dodged and attacked the man knocked the young girl to the ground “come on Skye! I know you can do better then that.” He said encouragingly

Skye wiped the blood from her split lip she spun her left leg hooking the guy’s knee and brought him down

“Nice attack,” he said as he hit the ground but came back up

“Iv had a good teacher.” Skye said back as they sat on the curb for a break

“Your getting better.” Crimson said looking at Skye

“Let’s get back to it.” Crimson said holding out his hand, he helped Skye to her feet

“How late are we training miss ma’am?” Crimson asked as he grabbed his sword

“Till three” Skye Joked

“goddamn.” He said under his breath “alright

“I’m joking.” Skye said with her hands up playfully “11:30 should be good

The lights switch on the spot light was on to him He was caught He stood still Darkness silloutte against the light Against the light Sweat nerves poured down his brow Heart raced Andrealine pumped in his chest Time slowed Drones flew down to scan his features He was screwed Suddenly everything disappeared He could not believe his luck He stepped outside the gate to safety

Lawyers, the world’s best paid professional liars, I’d need one if I was going to make it out of this one. Now I get why that blind superhero took to literally throwing the book at the bad guys after hours, only so much you can try to prosecute villains when they seem to have the best legal firms money could buy. These were the intrusive thoughts flooding through his mind as he stepped cautiously from corridor to corridor, if he could make it to the fire exit at the far side of the facility he knew he’d have a better chance of making a confrontation free exit.

With the lifts on lockdown, security would have to take the twenty-four flights of stairs to get to him…unless security used their lift keys to get up the building faster.

He flashed a finger at the CCTV, as he ran past, and dove straight through the double fire doors.

“FREEZE, HANDS UP”, that would be the patrolling guards. No chance we’re playing cat and mouse, all that would do is give their backup more time to get that much closer.

Time for flash-bangs, click..clunk..clunk…clunk….clunk the unpinned grenade rolls in the corner of the door, and on cue they swing through like old school cowboys looking for a bar fight and… BOOOM!

Don’t have time to look back, I suspect the door will have done some damage along with the noise of the explosion.

Do I feel guilty. No. They knew what they signed up to protecting the greatest scum this side of the city.

So glad we hadn’t reached this door, it’s blast proof, but with most internet of things generation or furniture and fittings, it’s hackable. I just hope they were able to deactivate locking mechanisms. He’s convincing himself as he picks up pace and momentum as he readies his left shoulder and thigh to slam into the door. Clutching the belt bag in both hands, his fingers wrapped around the SSD with the evidence he needs to have made this cat burglary a worthwhile endeavour. This wasn’t a cat burglary, there was nothing silent, smooth and undetected about it.

SMASH CRACK CRASH”, thats going to hurt in the morning, there’s definitely a rib or two out of place, damn it, it’s going to take weeks to recover from this.

He jogs, leaning his body weight to the right, and skips past another camera flipping it the bird, this never gets old.

WHOOSH, CRACK “STOP, STOP NOW, OR WE’LL PUT YOU DOWN”, another patrol unit just made it up a stairwell, too close quarters, going to have to play kamikaze Click, Click, Clunk, Clunk if I drop a flash-bang and tear-gas canister, that will keep them distracted enough for me to blow the door off the exit.

BOOOM, HISSSSS, final stretch, his mind was convinced he’d made it, but in the back of his head was an increasing build up of doubt he didn’t have time to deal with.

Turning the final corner the window was less than 30 feet from him, he stopped, pulled out the last two of his grenades Click, Click, Fwoop, Fwoop, Clink, Clink…Clink, Clink

“HE’S AT THE EAST STAIRWELL EXIT”, ahhhhhhhh, they’re too close for comfort, come on boom, boom, BOOOM, BOOOOOM, CRASH Ahhhhhhhhhh, he hobbles a run slightly disorientated straight out whats left of the window diving like he’s about to hit a pool of a board. SCHHLINK, Whooosh the military grade parachute worked, well it better have, 200ft didn’t buy me much time to get this wrong.

VROOoooom And my ride is here, well I made it out with some cracked ribs, a bout of temporary tinnitus, and about £2,000 of spent gear, not bad for a job that will end up leading to locking up a cabal of criminal lawyers and their paymasters.

CLINK, Roll “Helmet and hold on, we’re not out of here yet”, he has a sense of urgency that makes me anxious, in a good way, my impulsive and explosive nature is always moderated with him around, thats what makes us the best criminal disruptors this side of the city.

VROOOOOooom “I’ve got it all, comms, clones of their drives and footage” probably not the best time to distract him with my heroics, when he’s trying to break the sound barrier with his bike, or maybe thats just the tinnitus.

“They’re waiting for us at the bridge, we’re early but they’re ready for us”, not often we’re early, but on this occasion I’m glad, the sooner we get to the boats, the sooner I can take that well deserved sigh of relief, for now I need to ride out the adrenaline.

Jewel slowly descended the wire that she'd thrown down from the skylight of the great domed roof and paused. Her eyes scanned the vast space, barely lit by the kiss of moonlight that shone from above, ears straining to catch any rustling, any footsteps, any sign of life.

Silence.

Okay then. Show time.

She nimbly descended the remainder of the rope, sliver knife clenched between her teeth before landing on her feet like a cat in the night. Palm flat on the floor, she crouched and scanned the area once more.

The tick, tick, ticking of a clock to her right.

But aside that?

Nothing. Not a sound. Not a movement. Just the particles of dust hanging lazily in the air, caught in the moon's light that shone like her silent guide.

Convinced she was alone, and not being watched, Jewel stood up abruptly and sauntered over to a nearby glass cabinet, twirling her dagger nonchalantly in her hand as she moved. She peered over the first flat glass cabinet that stopped at her waistline. A golden crown bedecked with the brightest of sun-colored jewels sparkled back at her from inside its glassy-walled tomb.

Jewel meandered between the glass cabinets, but to no avail. She knew it was in here somewhere. She knew it. She scrunched her nose. Where could it be?

And then she saw it. A few feet away from her, in an oversized cabinet that was perhaps twice as tall as her, and nestled on a russet velvet cushion inside, was the wand.

The Wand of Asomere.

Jewel's lip curled. "There you are, baby," she purred softly as she began circling the cabinet slowly.

The wand was nothing much to look at. Just a roughly hewn stick of wood, with notches here and there, up and down its shaft. But appearances could be deceiving. And this wand? Well, it was the height of deceit in that respect.

Command this wand, and you could command armies. Or, at least that's what she'd been told. Although, she'd guessed that it had to be the best kept secret of the millennia. Else they wouldn't have kept it here, of all places.

Her eyes narrows as she examined a glass door on the cabinet's side, and its tiny metal handle.

Too obvious.

Her chin lifted upwards towards the top of the cabinet. There... she could see a square-shaped, glass inlay. Another way into the cabinet.

Jewel looked around her. There was nothing around her to jump from. Bookcases were too far away. Other cabinets... well they would likely be booby-trapped.

Her eyes flitted up to the balcony above her. Now that... that could work.

Eyes still fixed on the balcony she reached for her back pocket and pulled out another coil of hanging wire. Time for another descension.

Within moments, Jewel had climbed along the stairway bannister, up to the floor above the cabinet, and over to the balcony lip that overhung it by just a smidge too much. Hanging wire fastened, she kicked the back of each booted heel into the plush, red carpeted floor, almost like she was preparing to charge. She was charging all right, but not to jump - that charge would help her get away unseen if something should go awry. Not that it would but you could never be too careful. She hadn't got this far in her... 'career'... by being careless.

Knife between gritted teeth once more, Jewel dove silently towards the cabinet, head-first, stopping only within arms-length of the cabinet's top. And with a deep breath in, she began to swing slowly to the left, then to the right, gradually building slow momentum with each swing until got her closer and closer to the top of the tall glass cabinet.

Tentatively, Jewel reached out a gloved hand, touching one finger to the very cabinet's top edge. And holding herself in place, arm extended, Jewel paused.

Nothing.

With a deep breath in, Jewel slowly grabbed her knife from her mouth and gently moved herself over the center of the tall glass cabinet's top, her mouth quirking upwards in a slight smile. Sure enough there was a square piece of glass that had been inset into the cabinet's roof. It just needed to be carefully levered out. And that? Well, that was her forte.

Gently, every so gently, Jewel edged the tip of the knife into the groove between the square glass inlay and the surrounding cabinet roof. Easy now...

But she hadn't even begun to wiggle the knife when her heart jumped to her throat. She sucked in a breath as blazing white lights bathed her entire body, and red ember-like spheres appeared from nowhere, all trained on her head.

Flamed Targets.

She cursed under her breath and squeezed her eyes shut as a cacophony of voices shouted at her to remain still.

"Jewel Court, remain still!" shouted a male voice, whose volume had been made deafeningly loud via magical means. "You are being detained for the attempted theft of a Forbidden Instrument. Do not resist! I repeat! Do not resist!"

She knew that voice. Denner. Bane of her life. She should have known.

Slowly, Jewel extended her hands out to form an upside down cross-shape, palms splayed as a sign of surrender. She clenched her jaw as she peered into the blinding white light that seemingly swallowed her whole, spotted by those hovering red embers that shot red jets of focused light towards her head.

She could see nothing. But if she squinted and focused, she could just about see three black-clad figures ascend the stairs to her right, up to the balcony from which she had plummeted moments before.

Jewel trained her features, using all her will not to let the corner of her mouth quirk into a smile again. They were watching her - every slight movement, every facial expression. She'd have to be quick, she knew it. And so she just hung there, perfectly still, her hands stretched out as she inhaled slowly. And just as slowly, she breathed out a slow stream of air on the exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Steady, steady...

She felt a tug on the hanging wire as they cut her free from above, and immediately, she brought her knees into her chest, then kicked her legs outwards and downwards. Her body followed suit as she twisted completely, to land on her heels with one immense kick of both feet.

And as chaos erupted around her, and as her eyes trained on Denner's wide eyes as he stood in front of her, mouthing orders to his soldiers, that lop-sided grin reappeared on Jewel's face just as she disappeared from view, as though she was never there. She silently thanked her Cloaking Boots. Those things were worth all the gold in the realm and more.

And as Denner and the soldiers ran forward, clasping at air, where she once had stood, Jewel silently weaved in and out of them, she, the invisible intruder, backing away until well out of reach.

She shot the Wand of Asomere one last remorseful look. Not this time, she supposed. But she'd be back.

And as Denner and his men swarmed the domed space in search of the thief they had searched so long for, Jewel stole away.

Away.

Away.

Like a cat in the night.

As Jerald turned the corner he could hear the walkie-talkie voices that came from the guards behind him. He had to keep going. They had not been alerted yet but if he stopped going, the guards on patrol would catch him.

He had already dodged a few soldiers, almost being caught by them. He ran on his toes and keep wary of every sound. He heard nothing for now except for his silent footsteps.

Suddenly a huge blaring noise came from the speakers anouncing that he had stolen the chalisman. Shit. He saw a group of soldiers run by and he ducked into a room. He looked out the window, seeing no one, he turned around and faced another group of soldiers staring at him surprised.

“Umm, hi guys!! Have you heard whats happening!?” He said smiling with his hand rubbing the back of his head.

“Yeah. We did.” With that they attacked him. He ducked a punch, opened his hand and jabbed at the bottom of the first soldiers neck. It hit and the man went down gasping for air. The others saw this and attacked more furiously. One by one he disbanded them, hitting pressure points, making them either unconscious or temporarily paralyzed.

He ducked out the room and ran away. Turning corners, hiding from soldiers, and ducking into rooms. Three times he had to face a group of lousy soldiers in a room. THREE TIMES! After fifteen minutes he ran through the exit and made it to the gate. He looked back to the building and made a gesture signifying that they were losers.

“Hasta la vista!” He said. He walked to his car and escaped unscathed. Laughing to himself how close he had been to being caught.

“Well, that was fun, muy divertido! When’s the next one.”

I’m happy But that will end Because school will start again Im happy That’s what I thought… I’m happy? Because that’s what I’m taught.

A small metal tool falls from the ceiling, ‘ting’ “Did you hear Somthing?” A rough British voice asks. “No, why you fart?” Responds another large man. Both men are wearing military uniforms that are red and white, as they continue there conversation up on the beams of the building is a young man and women. “You idiot! Your so lucky these morons don’t have a single brain cell between the two of them!” The women’s angry whisper fills the rafters her voice soft yet harsh. She wears dark grey leather armour with a cloth over her mouth, the armour has a small gold coin on the collar that reads “Fourune Is Taken Not Given.” A horse shallow voice responds. “Well maybe if I didn’t have to carry all this shit I wouldn’t drop any of it!” “Well I’m sorry, I forgot that you wanna make the beautiful young lady do all the heavy lifting don’t you? “Take out that alarm!” “Break into that safe!” “Don’t throw a knife at my head while half drunk and upside down!” “You never let me have any fun! Soooo caring that hearty sack of tools is on you, mister fun fucka!” “Why am I your partner? Why do I always tag along knowing this is how it’s gonna go?” The man looks down and shakes his head, then suddenly a hand presses on his cheek. “Cuz ya love me! Dummy Jax!” The women plants a soft kiss on his lips that holds for only a second. He smiles at her. “Yeah guess that ones on me. Feral Mary.” She smiles and turns back around continuing on her way to there objective. “Gotta say at least I get a helluva view.” As in response Mary shakes her butt. The two make there way to the roof and traverse across the dark rooftops in front of them. The night is pitch black, the only source of light being the flashes of lightning from the coming storm. “Well, well, look at that, looks like my informant was right.” Mary says as she circles a small window on the roof. Jax walks up and peers though the cloudy glass. “Holy shit! That’s one large diamond babe!” He gives her a side hug never taking his eyes off the diamond. “So what’s the plan?” Jax places the bag of equipment down and starts to rifle through it. “It’s easy Jaxy, all you do is is cut a hole in this window and lower me in, leave the rest to me.” Mary has already started towing a rope around herself and preparing for the heist of their life. “Alright babe let’s do this, and after we’re done we can drink our weight in booze and still have cash left over. Haha!” Jax made quick work of the window, it was more than easy to cut it open even if this place is know as the most secure building in the kingdom. Jax and Mary share a quick kiss then, Jax grabs the rope tied around Mary and positions himself ready to lower her into the building. “Wish me luck baby.” Mary winks as she hops into the hole in the window. Jax keeps an eye out as he slowly lowers her towards the diamond case, their one obstacle between a life of luxury and relaxation. Mary gets to the floor of the large showroom and makes her way to the case with little issue but as she goes to pick the lock she notices it’s already unlocked, and the diamond has a note attached to it. She pulls it out of the case and takes the note witch reads “You are a foolish thief to believe you could take this precious diamond without us knowing.” “Or perhaps your just a hopeful little pest.” A voice cuts through the silence in the room, thunder and lightning adding a dramatic effect to the woman and her subordinates appearance. An powerful silence falls on the room as Mary try’s to figure her way out of this now dire situation. “Well, witch is it girl? Are you a fool or a hopeful rat who thought you could eat the cheese from the trap and not get caught.” Mary finally speaks up. “Is this the real diamond?” She asks very bluntly. The imposing woman stands a little taken a back. “Why do you want to know?” “Well that kinda changes my plans here if it’s not real, I mean why am I here if it’s a fake you know.” Mary says casually throwing the diamond in the air and catching it, as she suddly pulls on the rope now hanging behind her. I confused face on the woman reveals that Mary’s plan is working or at least seems to be. “It’s the real diamond. After all we are so sure you won’t make it out of here that we didn’t need to hide the real one.” She says so confidently and proud. “Good, good. Just needed to make sure, anywho see you chumps latea.” Mary flips them all off as she grabs hold of the rope and is suddenly pulled back up out of the window. “Caint say I saw that coming.” The women says before barking orders at her men. “Get your asses up there! You alert the compound those pompous thieves won’t get away.” “Yes ma’am!” The men respond rushing outside. “Well that was so simple yeah, an easy grab and dash. No problem what so ever.” Jax says while sprinting along the roofs again. “Well it could have been worse. We are both still alive right! Alls well that ends well.” Mary smiles as she ducks under some pipes and stuffs the diamond into her bag. They make it to their exit point but find it completely covered by soldiers. “Well shit!” Jax says pointing to the guards. “Guess that escape is out of the question. Should we give plan B a shot.” Turning to Mary he sees her smiling and almost bouncing in excitement. “Let’s do this shit!” Mary says rushing ahead towards the guards. “Fuck me!” Jax heads off after her. The two make there way through the first half of the gaurds with ease, but as they get to the next group of them they are suddenly flanked by more soldiers. “Shit, guess this is it Jaxy.” Mary says reaching for her knife only to find it missing. “What my blade! Where’d it go?” Mary turns her head to look at Jax and sees him standing with the women that caught her stealing the diamond. “What are you doing Jax.” Jax looks over to her and back to the woman. “She’s a feisty one be carful getting her to prison.” Jax says reaching a hand out to the woman. “And your end of the deal?” The woman calls out a guard. “Get over here!” The guard runs up and stands at attention holding a large bag of gold. “You’ve done well and earned this reward.” She says takiing the bag of gold from the man’s arms. “For the capture of the only thief ever to break into this compound I give you, Sir Jax, this reward and clear all past crimes from your recored by name of the king.” Jax takes the gold as Mary starts to scream. “HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! YOU BETRAY ME FOR GOLD! AFTER EVERYTHING WE’VE DONE TOGETHER, ALL THE PAIN WE ENDORED! THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR IT!” Jax kneels down and looks Mary in the eyes. “Sorry babe but you know the creed. Fourtune is taken not givin, and I have finally taken mine.” He laughs and drops the bag of tools. “You know all this time having you hang off my hip, all these years of you claiming your the brains of the operation, all this time I spent not just carrying that dmaned bag but you as well. Now I’m finally free of that weight.” Jax laughs harder. “My, you are a twisted man aren’t you Sir Jax.” “Well I did spend all that time pretending to love her can you blame me for feeling free.” “Your lying. I know you are.” Mary finally speaks up. “Hmm.” Jax mutters out as he counts his gold. “I know your lying! You didn’t fake all that. There’s no way.” “Your right.” Jax says setting the gold down. “I really do love you Mary. The weight of this betrayal will haunt me always.” Jax lowers a hand to her and the guards ready their weapons. “You are my anchor in this world Mary, and if I have to pick witch weight I believe I can carry for the rest of my life, the weight of this betrayal or the weight of my love for you.” Jax leans in inches from Mary’s face. “I can truthfully say… that gold weighs less.” Jax stands up and grabs his bag of money. “Good luck in prison babe, catch ya on the other side hahaha.” Jax walks off into the distance chuckling to himself and excitedly looking at the bag of gold.

My mind is a prison

But oh look! There’s the key! Maybe today Is the day When I’ll set myself free

Some days There’s so much to live for To do, to see And I can’t wait to meet What it will mean To be me

                  But just like the ocean 
        Good moods come in waves
                       But then disappear
                           Like a document 
                    That just never saves 

Because

My mind is a prison But oh look! There’s the key! Maybe today Is the day When I’ll set myself free

I cleaned today I was grateful I actually went out I experienced the joy Others are talking about

                    But when I got home
                                  I was so sad 
                                       Yet again 
              I guess sadness is jealous 
               I made one more friend 

Because

My mind is a prison

But oh look! There’s the key! Maybe today Is the day When I’ll set myself free

I’ve heard the rumors About life Beyond iron cell walls How the sun shines brighter For those Who jump When destiny calls

                     But can’t you see? 
                             That’s not me
                          It won’t ever be  
           I don’t have the capacity 
                                Or audacity 
                        To even attempt 
                                  Being free 

Because

My mind is a prison

And I can’t find the key

I don’t think today Is the day When I’ll set myself free

The soft _clink clunk _echoed through the metals walls. The only problem: they weren’t mine. The leather boots with tough soles are the only thing that could make that sound. And by the sound of it, they were headed straight towards me. A couple doors down was a janitor’s closet, and I snuck in. As I eased the door shut, something fell behind me. I slowly turned around. Behind me stood an older janitor who was frozen in fear. I put my longer to my lip. As the sound of footsteps faded, I quickly swept out of there after whispering, “I was never here.”