Prison

Prison We are all locked upin nine-to-five,sometimes eight-to-eight,or more. Sleep, then rush backwhile the world is still dark—afraid, because if we don’t,we starve. There is no escape.Our hands are tiedby an invisible force—or fate. The beach can wait.The mountains stay still.Time moveslike wind,like grass on boulders,like rivers under city bridges,like birds—like a man at a […]

Prison

Reblog: Oh so true poem about a prison most are trapped in.