curled up into a ball

i lie inside my hole

when people pass they say

"he can't be there all day"

they nod and all agree:

"this man should be out, free"

but in my hole i ponder

a lonely life grows fonder

the snugness of a hole

it won't grow sad at all?

while time drags by like snails

the magic slowly fails

then unease creeps and crawls

through four comfortable walls

a motion grabs my form

my sanity is torn

my hands grapple the dirt

and sweetly sings a bird

my conciousness still tied

but now i am outside

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