A Crime You Didn’t Do

Last night, I dreamed that I was put in prison for a crime I didn’t do.

I can’t even put into words what that must be like for people that have had that happen to them.

In my dream, I finally had time where I could interact with other prisoners. I was in isolation previous to that.

It felt nice to be talking to others, even if it was in prison.

At this point, the same judge walked up to me in prison and said to one of the wardens. I think this one needs to go back into isolation.

How we do this, but I woke my self up from that dream.

It must be horrible.

Wheat kings and pretty things
Oh, that’s what tomorrow brings