Hard to believe July is over,
The year over halfway gone.
Seven months marked by Sharpie,
Upon the cinder-block wall, drawn.
Surroundings noisy and dusty,
The setting gray and drab.
The populace and climate stormy,
My bed a mat and a slab.
Try to shut out the voices so angry,
Think about freedom again.
Close my eyes and see sunshine,
Focus on a smile, taste champagne.
Out there is rebirth, renewal,
Beyond these bars a second chance.
Only a few more months now,
Time to make extensive plans.
Never again will I mess up royally,
No more bad choices to make.
This life is best spent in happiness,
The world my oyster to take.