Agoraphobia

no belts here, 
no strings attached, 
and no shoes
but through this caged window 
the sky is still blue

the lunatics are screaming 
up and down the hall
with shaky hands though, 
i’m still waiting on your call
no idea how long i’ll be here; 
i haven’t got a clue
no idea how much i’ll pay 
until i pay what is due

my patience is getting short 
but the days are tall
and the nights are longer 
behind these cold walls