Prison all the same

Finding that dream

Hedging a thin line

On a Chaucerian trail

Crawling towards yesterday

Smiling at tomorrow

Every face is familiar 

All strangers lost in an urban wilderness 

Chasing yesterday 

That dream that has changed

It is only stuff 

Looking in a mirror 

Familiar stranger staring back 

Chasing that dream 

Finding it’s a nightmare 

The door remains unlocked

A prison all the same