you like to sleep on the ground
of a forest or cave.
with the world as your roof,
it breaks you out of your cage.
it's uncomfortable to most,
but it's comfort to you,
to be hugged by the earth
instead of swallowed by a room.
with the music of insects
and the rustling of leaves,
you fall into a deep sleep
with the sweetest of dreams.
or to the dripping of water
and the flapping of bats,
you get peaceful, calm rest
to each drop- split, splat.
it's the outside that's freeing;
the shackles are cut loose,
but for now, you are stuck
in society's abuse.