The Nose

Cold and plain are the walls of life
Devoid of hope, passion, or even strife
Just plain white walls and flickering florescence
Ticking clocks while you chisel at rocks.

And all you See oppresses you
Narrow corridors
Bright unforgiving light
Wear and tear on every surface

And all you Hear oppresses you
The hum on ventilation
The grind of electricity
and every single nattering voice

And all you Feel oppresses you
Rough clothing that isn't your own
Shoes made to protect the budget, not your feet
The slight pressure of everyone's expectations

But the Nose knows no bounds
It breaths in deep the smell of freedom
It learns to ignore the brutal assault
It finds the moments of serenity

Cold and plain are the walls of life
But wild are the smells
Let go of hurtful sights and sounds
The Nose knows no bounds