I perceive no other creation

Beyond the four gray walls

Binding me to this enclosure.

I have lost all contact

With the vital world outside

Through a cursed condemnation.

Revealing an execrable lifestyle,

A fate than I converse with the stone.

Of a cold, concrete water,

I squabble with a peel of venerable drapery,

I speak wih the granite

Of the rampant walls.

Waiting for the second

The doors fly open in reality,

And I exit-unrestricted,

To breathe the scent ofa fresh earth.

To feel the grass crunch beneath my feet,

 

 

to be an animated part of it.