The Prison of Choice

The shrine of loneliness
the involuntary prison of choice:
to come out of the loneliness
you must sell your heart of gold
you must say the things
that you do not mean
you must hide the things that you mean
that are capped in your mouth,

and
in this way
with your soul,
with your gold,
you must pay
to sway
to stay
day by
day.

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Old poem, first time posted.