The Aberrant Captive
The scene spans distantly, meeting it’s calculated end on all sides.
Streams retain their clarity, returning deposits of dirt to their designated locations.
And in their disciplined freedom, trees chase the brightness of the sky.
What freedom has a wayward soul confounded to wander the muddied wilderness?
A habitat as it were, a home with a single design flaw.
Where all doors are sealed, not an open bedroom remains.
The aberrant captive.
My soul retreats into my daydream.
Then, I miss the friends I never had.