You, in those bright red boots on hard grey,
I envy you.
As you walk past the four-sided frame, your day is
better than mine.

While my feet are on this dry teal blue and white,
My world is a four walled cage.
My eyes- the small sheet of glass that sits by me.

As you walk away with your boots on those dead grey stone,
I realize, The thing that divides me and you,
Is not the distance nor these walls.

It's only that the air around me is heavy while
the same air carries you along on gentle sweeps.

That grey road is familiar to me.
I believe, I walked on those not too long ago.
As they say,
the roads to our prisons are only too familiar.

So, You, in those bright red boots on hard grey,
I envy you, as i peer through the last light
from these fallen timbers that leads me
down to sleep.