Trapped

Trapped My life is in three parts 30, years as a seaman until it became unbearable. 30 good years in the deep hinterland a place of contemplations and trying to write, walking with my dog in the woods, there was so much to see. I feel imprisoned. My house is sold, I have nowhere to go. Living in a building of snobs who rather wait for an elevator when the transport lift is free. Surrounded by nice middle-class housing and planted trees. My years at sea is no longer obtainable, my life in the upland was a dream And here I live inside a nightmare of all I dislike. The worst thing that can happen to any man has happened to me The loss of the future.