A really comfortable prison cell,
that's what I've built myself.
It's different than the usual grey walls,
It's the kind where I get to cook what I want,
use the bathroom when I want,
and even visit the outside.
But at the end of the day,
the door slams shut,
impenetrable social barriers,
tyranny of distance.
The wardens of darkness patrol my mind.
I lie under my blanket,
staring at the cold, blank roof,
wondering how I can waste the day tomorrow
to distract me from these four walls,
this small space,
this tight trap.