Imagine getting the phone call that everything has changed Imagine feeling you are reliving whips and chains Imagine thinking everything in life pays Imagine miSsing birthdays and your own parties for arraignment Imagine never touching your newborn twins hands Imagine loving three sons you never planned Imagine not knowing when you will see a real bed again Worrying about sentencing,reality,business, and family Imagine traveling the states in a way you never envisioned Transferring from facility to facility Networking from the inside like your making moves out Imagine still being on top even when everyone says otherwise People wearing shirts saying free you Missing you, like they mourning you Imagine being smarter than your wise mentors Knowledge prior to trial and tribulations Read all those books before you made this bed you're laying in 48 laws of powerful reminders Imagine still being a parent Checking in on meals, activities and engagements First days of school Hearing "I wuv you" for the first time Silly laughs, giggles and miss you's from children you never seen Imagine adapting to everything foreign yet familiar Since this isn't your first time Imagine reliving your denials, replaying your moves consciously playing chess Risking pawns for the king Everyday is a game of strategy Imagine sleeping on the top bunk for years Straight climbing over dudes Physically and metaphorically Grinding in baby steps, learning to walk through Imagine living among strangers Who now become your family of goons At any moment it could all be over for someone Humanity is temporary The end always comes soon. Imagine your only way of communicating is with words Spoken truths of your reality that soon should have been over a while ago What happens when you don't feel like writing? Who will know your joys and pains? Imagine you've lived off quality cuisine for years Now you're shifted like cattle Meals are never cooked fully Barely seasoned And your body rejects everything. How would you survive? Imagine bathing in a common area All eyes on you pretty boy Who is tough now? But what happens when you are homesick? Imagine you haven't seen a familiar face in months Or what it feels like to hug a loved one What is familiarity when everything is temporary? Imagine your freedom is all just a state of being Powered by your mind The art of war then becomes internal Balancing yourself within yourself Are you ready to face the mirror? Imagine existing, Adapting Making it. Imagine this is you. Your loved one. Your kin. Imagine this is the story of one. But the life of many. Reality is real. Don't imagine.