Mornings

The fresh breath in the morning,

            As you wakin’.

Here we are again, another

            Day in a pen.

We used to be free, doing whatever

            We wanted back then.

These days bogged down for

            Another creation.

He will hold a hand on your

            Head if you let him.

Chasing a few rabbits, to never

            Catch one

Serving two masters

            Serves none.