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Odysseus
For Mike
Always the awakening was the same
Murky and cold, the unsympathetic morning waiting ever so patiently
As he was to expect once, twice more
Yesterday and the moments before he obeyed the cruel dawn's dirge
The lingering rhythm of each day's passing dragging him a little farther
Each time he succumbs and surrenders his spirit
Only for liberty to show itself just within him
And just once more he reaches out
What has happened before always seems so remarkable
But logic, his other captor, throws him back on course
Once again it takes control and he is
Nothing but a drudge to his own desires
He may look back some day and think of it little
Why it happened, why it began
For now he can hold on and allow his confinement
But to escape he must first learn to break away from himself
And only then can he come home
Mike, though you don't know him, was once a good friend of mine, but we no longer communicate, as he is ignorant and prejudicial, trapped within a box of the lies he's been spoon-fed since birth.
