You people are delusional.
With your fancy cars and beautiful lives.
Pools to dive in,
children to raise.

Stocks and bonds,
mutual funds, IRAs.
What is it to you?
Your shelter?
Your fortress?

Yes, it is all of that
and more.
It’s your prison friends,
and you are the wardens.
You and you and you.

That’s right.
You whine and cry and moan,
but you are your own enemy.
You put up the walls.

Don’t you remember?
They keep you in,
not me out.
You lock your doors,
I still invade your thoughts.

You have your clubs, your yachts and
still.
I ponder.
I ask,
May I join?