I used to daydream of imprisonment
I can handle being alone in a room
It's the same behind my skull
But what would be my crime?
Are books allowed behind bars?
Can I call it my palace of isolation? My version of Thoreau's experience?
Who am I to be any better than them
I'll only ask for a window,
to see the rain
On second though lock me in the tower
I'll keep the dragon company that way