Perfect Prison
Slaving away with my spiral pad and pen,
I have left my corporate cube behind.
Chained to this paper and pen I feel your deep scrutiny
and am forced to tell the truth,
knowing that the slightest infidelity will be sensed.
Grateful for your attention I feel the pressure as I push on,
grinding pen against paper, squeezing out truth,
the only words that I can remember.
Do not be fooled though,
I am delighted in my capture and I will not fail you.
I will use my position incorruptibly and will tell you
truth that you may or may not be ready for.
And here is the pearl of my position,
delivered to your feet with veneration.
“There is room here”.
Perhaps you would escape to your own self designed internment.
You can you know.
Reading this you may receive the keys to escape your present prison.
Take these wings and learn to fly.
Then find your perch in the sun
and consciously reconstruct your own perfect prison.
Create your own hand made cell
and thus know your jailor well.
Each awakening another bar of your cage.
And this time knowing the way in so well, you can master any escape.
