CONFINED by DKZ                     As we sit here within our chamber,                     We perceive our life, its short remainder.                     We shall cautiously go out into that stead,                     Where hate and deceit all make their bed.                     We'd much rather stay here and banish all thoughts                     Of being on the outside like wool to the moths.                     But then all the pleasures of life and of time                     Cannot become a reality, not while we're confined.                     We must when we exit out into the stormy cold,                     Keep ourselves bundled up, appearing to be bold.                     We'll gaze back behind us to see what is left,                     Knowing in the future there may only be death.                     A death not of body, of spirit or soul,                     A death of the mind, so cruel and so cold.                     Hopefully before we go, we'll be able to empty our minds                     Of all the battles and tapes that have kept us confined