As soon as I woke up I checked out if I was still in prison.
There was concrete, and I was between walls, but not inside a room.
The lights over my head are stars & lampadaires.
Barely visible stars & broken lampadaires.
I lifted the weight of my body as if it was someone else’s burden, my wallet is in my pocket.
What’s in my wallet?
Last time I opened it it was empty.