The rights and the wrongs

The right and the wrong
The shackles unseen
the iron bars
and the gaps in between

Together they mark the bounds
Of the solitary prison cell
In such confines
Exists the life we know so well

The cells separate the prisoners
One from the other
Confined in their respective cells
Till the time reaches forever

The bars they say
keep the prisoners safe
to keep them alive
in their own Confined space

The gaps allow
the stretch beyond the rim
Only far enough
till the iron bars tear the skin

It’s not only the bars
That keep you in.
It’s also the gaps
That never lets you win

The rights and the wrongs
Together they bind
To be free
It’s the beyond, that I need to find

It’s not the bars
I need to bend
It’s not the gap
that I need to pretend

It’s me that’s in the trap
It’s the me that needs to melt
When I cease to be in the cell
there are no gaps, no bars to be felt

In the empty cell
There remains only a song
and me resonating on either side
Of what is right and what is wrong

I wonder to myself. And I wonder what you wonder. Look forward to hear what you feel