Somewhere in Time
Text by Marc
A young prisoner, one of two British youths in a Young Offenders Institute in Malta, hurriedly scribbles a poem in but a few minutes during an LSW Workout. His peers applaud and determine that it will be chosen as the opening words to their theatrical presentation; one to be proudly presented in a real theatre outside of the prison.
They will be listened to. There is no question of that.
They continue to rehearse.
Somewhere in Time
Life is neither more or less.
Life is something we all know best.
For at some point in lie we all stumble and fall.
This is the time we think we know it all.
My fellow prisoners, I am just a man.
Ignore me if you must but I will take my stand.
Sometimes it is hard I think we all will agree
But I ask of you this please listen to me.
