prison break

 I used to have so many dreams

emotions crawling inside my skull

buzzing and busy as a beehive

compassion a cook pot left to boil over on the stove

an innocent mind,

uninhibited from allowing ideas to perform a prison break

but over time, humanity turned against me

decided capitalism was more important than the pollinators

they sprayed their pesticides with wreck-less abandon

and so the hive grew quiet

they realized incarceration could turn a profit

packed the prisons full and tightened security

and pledged the death penalty for all dissenters

and so the prisons became impenetrable

they weaponized food,

knowing hunger weakens the mind

cut the gas supply to all the stoves

and so the burners went cold

now here i am,

stuck with a quiet mind

and the thoughts that do remain

can no longer break free