• Write. Write. Write.
    it is all we do here in this place.
    where no clock ticks
    and no birds sing
    and no one thinks
    and no one dreams
    and not a soul will reach out to save us.
    but finally, we free ourselves, and break free of our captors.
    free from them but not from ourselves,
    we march on in darkness.
    and at the end of this we hope for a light,
    and it comes
    as we yell and shout and sing our songs,
    then awake from our day dreams
    and Write.