My non-criminal offence
My confining walls and glass
I'll spend time, admiring tin and brass.

Walls and glass, hold me in.
Watched by all.
Movement's a mortal sin.

Ornamental feelings in an ornamental life.
Ornamental emotions from my ornamental mind,
These images of intellect appear to be so blind.

My legalised walls and glass,
Provide my comfort and warmth,
Do more damage and continually hurt.

Walls and glass, no contrast.
Everlasting.
No contrasting feelings for me.

No contrasting feelings for me,
Always walls and glass, confine my body,
Allow all outsiders to see.

Free me from these walls and glass,
Or must I take the plunge myself.
Break the pane, knock down the walls,
Take my ornamental carcass off the shelf.

Walls and glass hold me in.
Watched by all.
Movement's a mortal sin.

© Edward ian Armchair 2002