The Prison Block

Being attached to umbilical cords  
Like cobwebs claim of unused boots 
Nettle nestled, wrapped up in silk  


At a stage pass the tress-hold of deliverance 
Chop chop, to be free of  chop
Being freed from attachments 


Contemplation puts worrying thoughts 
On one's mind "public service" as so claimed 
"What if", conjures up a role for itself "busy body"


Standing at the gate of guards to enforce 
Exit and entry are just as hard to comprehend
A' conditioned habits, fight a good fight to stay "conditioned" 


Like the coral reefs claim of sunken old ships   
If not then Black Beard's chest of treasures 
Would have freely floated, for the first passer by to own 


And that would have been centuries ago 
Long before metal detectors 
Long before sonar radar  


Time is precious, the watch marker swears to that effect 
If he says, then it is, it must be thinkering
For he holds the key to wind its tock, clock


And rabbits know to chase carrots 
Leaving sticks behind for dogs to play fetch with 
Chasing sticks over bones, conditioned with old habits 


They say you can't teach an old dog a new trick 
So he is stack chasing his tail in circles
Being attached, like an umbilical cord 


But in the same house of cards 
The cat moves with ease, regardless
A' to a point  holds more respect


A' mystery for being just that regardless
As one with less of a boundary "prison blocks" on constraint 
A cat, with its own mind do make  at any rate,  free