A Prisoner of Life

We see a "prisoner's" despair With vacant eyes that blankly stare. He's lived his life from day-to-day And lost perspective on the way. He wanders through days that repeat, Sent spiritless on trudging feet And settles into drab routine - No spark to his life can be seen. He needs to open his eyes wide, Reform his outlook and decide To change direction and change course - To leave the past without remorse. But, if change comes, it must be soon, The stage has long been set for whom Too many habits linger still - Ingrained, refined and honed with skill. A change of thinking must ensue, His attitude he must renew To reconnect - a true rebirth - His self-esteem must tout his worth. While yes, it surely can be done, The coming battle's far from won. Now, time will tell which way he'll go - To change his life or leave it so.