“LIFE IN CHAINS” 21 Nov 01

I woke sometime dark
fumbled for my spectacles
and blindly bumped my way
to the toilet
I stopped
Is this all there is
Naked and groping for a piss
Just human machines.

I listened to birds sing
in the winter dawn
it must be almost time
to rise, to eat,
to travel to work.
Born free.

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