The prisoner;
He looked towards the sky
Watched his old chains fly by
He watched them go
To fade away
To claim another
Not for him to say
All he could say
Farewell
Peace keep you safe
The chains limits; he knew
They were not meant for him
All this time
He stared at the sky
Never knowing
Never guessing Something was laid
Upon his feet
Another set
Yet more chains
Old and New
They yet unbound
If he looked down
Would he be bound
Should he be bound
His choice
Or is it?