Before Breaking Free

In the clutches of degrading drunken haze,
Disoriented sinew threatens to break free,
From the grips of civil physical space,
Into the realm of unhinged and unruly glee.

A place that sees not certified glamour,
Nor judges the subject wanting to break free,
The very crux of worldly misdemeanor,
Welcomed in the shade of a kind motherly tree.

A haven that grants refreshment before preaching ethic,
Consoling the spirited soul striving to break free,
Showing a view of wealth that awaits resilience epic,
In nurturing embrace that lets stultified eyes see.