A flash and then……
I awake to this confinement.
Around me the city is a hub of sound and activity.
People going going going
Hustle bustle bustle hustle
Not an eye cast my way.
A drunk wanders by
Looks and sees, for a second something registers
Then he turns a learing eye away
With one hand adjusts himself, shuffles off.
Mumbling of a past time.
I am alive
Prisoner to a second in time
In clothes I would never wear
A wig mysterious and youthful,
I am I know mutton dressed as lamb.
There’s not a sideways glance
In a world of enforced uniformity
Coiffured to disguise individuality
For the want of consistency.
Bland, tasteless lacking personality
Only shadows point out difference.