Five bars boxed conceal my fate, opulent stiff trees sit outside an iron grate. I can't leave this prison for I'm the secret's committee-- my captors want the source of my surreptitious serendipity.
In the surreal landscape stood a man laying in the vertical catamaran; he's not a man queer and unknown, but a queer man with the same face as my own.
I stare as I stare, and a smile breaks like a mirrored leaf fallen, ripples a still lake. The forest becomes him, for blurred vision ensues. Teared freedom he uses, for to blink I refuse
My oppressors' gaze won't break away. Believing I pine to nap under the trees' shade Yet I'm as liberated as I am confined, so my life alone I will never mind
I've done, will do, and am doing everything I want, so when I close my eyes the wind is my confidant. Speaking to me I follow its every elision-- the eurythmic breeze unleashes my inhibitions.
Leading me to the dark corner of my cell with beauty all around me I stay in this hell As night falls the bars rise in turn, for the clear, star-streaked sky I yearn.
On queue the creek of a door latch is heard I must choose but my decision won't be deterred: the door leads to my guardians' labyrinthine maze, the window-- a drop to the darkness, who preys.
So what do I do? Flip a coin with no sides. With the decision face up in the moon's candlelight. Frozen by fear of the known and untold. Convinced I'm not ready, my merits must mold.