Different sunsets with the same hues. All the old fears and the old blues. Escape at midlife. A change of cell. A few new cellmates, but the same hell.
Fate is a tease.
You never know. I am earthbound most of the time. For want of courage or lack of rhyme. But as of late, on borrowed wings and wistful dreams old flights of fancy have reappeared. With greater frequency, I fear.