07 January, 2015

Freedom: a mirage



It shines and ripples
Like a pool of water
It seems so close
And yet so far
He waits and waits
Watching it through prison bars

It belonged to him
Once upon a time
It seemed so cheap
But now he knows its price
He waits and waits
For time that doesn't pass by

He has happy dreams
Of doing what he pleases 
What seemed like a waste of time
Were life's precious moments 
He waits and waits
For a second chance and a second life 

Like a parched traveller
Lost in a vast  desert
The pool of pristine water
Beckons to him from afar
He waits and waits
As he conjures up his happy mirage

Oh! What will he not give 
For his mirage to come alive?
To run wild and free
To come alive just for one more day
He waits and waits
For freedom that will never be his again



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