Prison

Walls and words and obligations
I am locked up in a self made prison
Influenced by my self righteous thinking and egotistical sense of morality
I should have slummed it up with the locals,  getting a piece of the action where I could, and finding what happiness I had at the bottom of a $4 wine bottle
But now I’m living in a self made prison, concrete all around, the only lilac bush in sight
Can this thing of beauty survive the harsh environment that surrounds it, penetrating it, damaging it,  beating it .
I’ll have to see.

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