A Couple of crushed ice
floating with the coke which was never precise
the pictures in my cell reminding me of my gone paradise
staring at the door for an hour
waiting for my friend to arrive
fighting for the last piece of food
picking at each other made us feel alive
getting kicked out of class was a mission
Our mischieves were a rife
My friends have very well taught me
not to live a solitary life.
