Somewhere Confined

The night dressed in a million stars

shining brightly between the bars.

That’s how the soul can remain free

when i am in captivity.

I am free of the daily grind

despite the fact i am confined.

These are the times i like the best

as the whole prison seems to rest.

Why are they confining me;

and on whose stern authority?

A slave of the establishment

who rules without a good intent.

I can’t even bathe and/or shave

marching still dirty to my grave.

Walt Abbott–1-9-2010