To A Friend Priest Who Name I Cannot Tell You Poem by RIC BASTASA

is it really still dark inside?
you say we are lucky for having
gotten out of the matrix, for
having finally seen the light, and
yet you are still there guiding
the flock inside your cave. And
i am here, watching the horizon,
communing with the trees and the
winds, talking to the seas and
the heavens, telling you that i
have gained my freedom, and yet
deep within, why is it that i
still feel that i am in prison?