Bonds Of Freedom

I am chained

here unable

to move

You cannot

see my

bonds

They are

sneaky that

way

Stories spouting

meaningless

dribble

Meant to capture

and detain

There is

no escape

Only if by

chance to

glance away

Partially free,

I continue down the

steps

Ever silently

as I can

Do my captors

know of

my escape?

I still hear

them upstairs

Their voices

small but loud

I see the

end of the

stairs

I have not

yet won

Neither have

they

For they are

trapped

In a box of

metal designed

to entertain

Who is the

real prisoner?