I am sitting here late at night
Trying to think of something to write...

All is of no worth
All is gone...

Dreaming of multiple outcomes
All of them end up the same...

I think inside my jail cell
Musing on philosophical ideas...

I don’t know what I think
Something in my head that wants out...

A comment here
A put down there...

I sit down to think of a happy poem
A poem of joy and delight...

Now
I lie here under the covers...

A cold, grey, lonely house
Upon a desolate hill top...

I remember you
You were the one who smiled at me the other day...

I am trying to hide
Attempting the impossible...

When there’s a way
When there’s happiness...