Escaping is easy

Escaping is easy

Not physically,

We are all trapped somewhere

With or without bars,

Conforming to norms

Rules and regulations.

Outliers are banned,

Rebels always drive

On the right side of the road

And go the right way

Down a one-way street.

Anarchists still pay their bills

And use deodorant

But Bluetooth is another layer

Of freedom

Unlike anything else.

Although in ancient times

A Walkman led the way to fitness.

A whole new world can be created

In your head

Buddy Rich was once an analogue man

Now he resides in the cloud

The father of modern drumming

Ripping it up

And the beat goes on

Written by Sonny Bono (who would have thought?).

I follow the towpath

To a magical nirvana

A cosy coffee shop

Overlooking the Marina

A state of Independence

The waitress has skintight tattoos

Running up both arms,

As Bob sang I believe in you,

She moved to a chorus of

Incidental music

Building to a crescendo in free form.

The real world crashes in

When the spell is broken,

Good manners are retained

To return salutations.

Greetings are a leveller

Lessons never to be forgotten,

Even in a digital world,

An escapee can be

Recaptured unharmed

And returned

By the mutual exchange

Of good vibrations.

Hallelujah.