Escape

---- Ok this is not about me --- it is a poem written from reflecting on my occupation ---- Seriously!

Gazing through a fence

Hatched pattern in the twilight

Scan of my surroundings

Barren – Empty

Nothing warm within my sight

Thinking through a riddled sketch

Mapping out my flight

Sorting through this puzzle

Seems less difficult at night

The cold is coming on

Winter purchased by our toil

Soon the ground will harden

A bitter swathe of frozen bite

My naked feet upon the stone

No shoes to part them from the cold

Will my dash be worth the ache

I know I mustn’t hesitate

Will I be found

Will I Fail

Will they take me far from here

Who will I be

when my journey ends

Can I evade

and make amends

Bound by things I can’t control

My choices made inside a bowl

Limits of my life itself

And not of things selected by myself

My Land of my birth

Or of my wealth

My Genetic Path

Or of final earth

This place I’m in

Results, of my course

But charted by something

Outside my source

my map unfold

my story told

will it be changed  when I am old

Is it my trade to find

 a way to shift?

To move beyond my FATED rift

A choice to flee

Seems like a gift

Or

Does it make me more adrift?