Poem: Release

Nothing could bind his mind,
Even if his body was confined,
His heart soared above the confines,
Of the surrounding lines.

His mind's eyes have been everywhere,
His deepest soul touched every hair,
Despite this solitary lair,
With which he had no care
Despite its limits to a square.

Working within restrictions,
He fought all contradictions,
To live through this situation,
Is the only contemplation.

The moment would soon arrive,
The moment to simply dive,
Into the truth of a genuine life,
Accepting every bit of peace and strife.

He would question the cause,
Of his staying bound by laws,
Created not of physical bond,
But of his hanging on.

It wouldn't matter anymore,
For he'd have so much more,
To fulfil what he swore,
And satisfy his core.