Renouncing the gatekeeper,
He passes by its edict.
Long was he his own captor
Removed from his soul's frolic.

Unknown self-imprisonment
Came bundled with his skillset.
An ill-considered judgement
Shackled the years with regret.

That which had owned mastery
Fades from eyes that see again.
The edict of the entry
Is lost on ears that listen.

Beyond the corral's fenced gate,
He winds the path's liturgy.
An old trail of unknown fate
Melts 'neath a tree'd canopy.

Forests of the infinite
Contrast to metered enclaves.
Though brush impedes his transit,
Life exceeds the dens for slaves.