Still-life Of Peace

A painted scene view of a street
a large city, no crime, no deceit
an autumn day pastels and grace
buildings loom ominous, hold them at bay
The image haunts though no one wants
caged in serenity as freedom taunts
always an autumn day, pastel and grey
can’t reach the buildings holding me at bay
Pay to get in, pray to get out
now that you’re in, let me out
See the wind blows everything’s frozen
still life of peace, a life they’ve chosen
wanting the wind, the snow or the sun
trade in freedom for a world that has none
Pay to get in, pray to get out
now that you’re in, let me out