Ghosts Imprisoned

I've only just scaled the walls

of my old prison yard

It's okay I don't have to go on the run,

once you find your way out

you're allowed,

even encouraged,

to be free

Once you're out you know you have to

find a way to never go

back in

It was visits with my strategists

who helped me plan my escape,

I could never have done it by myself

I was numb from it

I was dumb from it

I was useless

You can hardly blame us,

the prisoners,

that place consumes your soul--

we were ghosts in there

Being a ghost haunts you,

you see,

you haunt yourself

But getting your soul back is hard

because you can't fight anyone while your made of mist

you can't get it back

because you can't even grip reality

To escape you have to remember what your soul looks like

Because you'll have to fight for custody

Even though you swore to never go back,

you have to return to that dark, dingy place

to make your case in court

you have to face the ghostly jury

My friends tell me about my soul

and what it looks like

because I've actually forgotten

How could I have forgotten?

I'm confident I'll win my case

I've got sunshine on my side

I've got guides on my side

I've got myself on my side