POEM: Prison Sans Walls

If you can dance in wild, weird ways,

then you are truly free.

If you can't, while you're home alone,

you're a bodily detainee.

A prisoner of life, itself -

a man who never was -

a tragic figure cut from plans

who will do, but never does.

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