27/1/2019
How high will I soar?
A convict no more
When the simple joy
Of life on the outside
Feels completely exquisite
How long will I feel it?
That every day is like Christmas
And all of the simple things just
Caress my soul
Free of control
That burned for so long
Singing my sad song
Swing low sweet chariot
Like Judas Iscariot
Raise me from the dead
Blackened no more
My new song instead
This life I adore
Shifting gears as I gently
Engage myself mentally
To the glorious task of
Making family proud of
The life I am living
The joy’s in the giving
So blessed be all those
That walked with me a mile
Down the hardest road
And someday I’ll smile
When the wild ride
Of the infamous Mr Toad
Comes finally to an end
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As I fast approached my first chance at parole I thought a lot about how sweet it would be to walk free through those gates. And it was true, every day was like Christmas. At some point I became fully aware that for me family is the most important thing and that the best thing I can do for mine is to stay on course, stay out of jail and try to make them proud. The plan is: zero to hero in under two years. Somehow through some strange circumstances my personal brand came to include frogs as well as wolves and nautical stuff so I thought I’d throw a toad reference in there. Mr Toad’s wild ride seems like a metaphor for the wild ride I was on before and during jail.
Life is strange..
