The dirt satiated my nose like a velvet blanket
Covering up the scent of my journey to freedom
My clothes were encrusted with an armor of mud
The soles of my shoes protected neither heel nor toe
Time had no meaning with no hours or days
The past was just a shadow of memories
I could not recall where I had been
Only that I had traveled for an eternity
Now I sat secluded, surrounded by wire
My weapon long since confiscated by others
Yet I was now content in my prison
An abundance of food and beverage at my feet
No longer would I be a slave to others
I had gladly traded loyalty for a chance
It was great to be free
