Still Lackadaisical

He was in his room,
freedom has been confiscated,
thinking of so many ways,
to mutiny,
still learning to embark,
on that journey of his.

His image, still needs to be depicted,
learning how to pilfer for it survival,
yet, not conscientious.
Still on that slovenly stage,
willing to show audacity.

Still causing rankles,
to other people,
never serene.

Still lackadaisical,
still chained to the house,
that he calls a nightmare.

Why rebuke,
on prudency,
why do you always have
that inkling, that the person is wrong….