Oh, how I long for the taste of sweet liberation.

A small drop won't quench my thirst, but render me to want more.

It's an addiction and I would take any quantity to sate it.

I take all small, but negligent chances that are just not the same as the first time.

So, I'm stuck here in a little cell with pointless work to keep me busy and distracted.

But the longer I wait in silence, the more time I have to fantasize

And I'm running out of time, soon, never again will I encounter it.