The man told me to take the longer plea,
But ten more years in here would be dire.
I wanted to be free, to be with thee,
Good behavior? Or to play with fire.
The choice to go to court was finalized,
But still I felt I've wasted all this time.
All evidence was leaning towards my lies,
But after all I did commit a crime.
My body trembled as the chains weakened,
I'm free, yet still held captive in my thoughts.
I stomp and wail but seem so infecund,
I had been marking through the days with dots.
My lawyer managed to get me out free,
But leaves still turn brown under guilty feet.