Freedom

He had
A cage of
Metal
And wheels
That limited
His direction
Hell, his body
Didn't even
Work that well
He sat in the
Corner of Starbucks
Every day
And drank his
A.W. Root Beer
Talking to no one
Because no one could
Really understand
That fucker
Had it all figured out
And as did I
Or at least I
Pretended to
So every day
While on break
I sat beside him
And we watched
Together
All those people
Lined up
One after another
Talking in a
Language
That didn't make
Much sense
Always in a rush
To get somewhere
Other than where
They currently
Stand
We sat there
Watching every day
Knowing
These people
These drinks
These walls
Or even his chair
Meant nothing
Compared to what we
Shared