When you look out through the bars at the sky ,
It's not bars you see but the sky overhead .
Yesterday's bread smells of mould and loss ,
but tomorrow's smells like genuine bread .
You say : the sky is a trick of the light .
But the bars are the trick of the light , I say !
Because bars are a hashtag , just a habit , right ?
And this is the hashtag trending today .
Yet the sky cares nothing for hashtags at all ,
the sky has no thought for trends up ahead ,
it does not feel the ground where our feet fall ,
nor count the centuries and slices of bread .
The sky just draws clouds of cotton wool over time
this is all that goes on really .
And the sky does not see any bars at all
when it peers deep into the sky in me .