Dropping The Torch

We play games and every move
Is noted down as a subsequent cause
And effectively chains our freedom and will to live
We settle in to simple survival
Hanging on our pleasures grimly
We must never let them go.

Our prison walls are slowly built
Stone by stone and day by day
No provision for escape
Entombed alive in safety
And decay.

Time sets around us in killing frames
Black border round our names
Our fingers lose their grip
And the torch slips.

The enemy for everyone
Is everyone, inside
I feel the hand of security
Creep on me with ice-cold fingers
And crush my flower of freedom
I've lost the course of my adventure
All the things I'd meant to do are lost.

There is only one flame each
To keep alive in the wind.
But finally we snuff them out
All by ourselves.

We set traps and, in the end
Fall into our own snares
And have nowhere to go
Time ever moves more slowly
Life gets more lonely
And less real.