Friday, May 25, 2012

The Prisoner


I woke up today,
                         before the earliest sun
I woke through gray,
                         to start a new run

Finally it has come,
the day I find the sum
                       of freedom
                       of choices
To bring an end;
So I send
My regards to mend
To all other cursed hand.

I put on my best clothes,
I put on my best thoughts,
I pick up all my things
I pick my soul.

So slowly,
              like a star,
                             with the pose
                             I walk
              Out the door
to war!

And so I wake up again
                                  today,
I see the new chains
Shackled around my neck
                        transferring me to the next train!