As he became an adult 

Satisfied with living in the basement

His parents still manipulated his life

Every time he wanted to celebrate

The weeks journey with a couple friends

Or to play games he would never win

His parents were there to open or close the gate

He knew it wasn’t the first time

That He would wait until the hour struck 2

And spend the next hour sliding down stairs

And through the hallway to the coldest part of the house

To squeeze into a 10 by 10inch window

That he hoped his parents wouldn’t feel 

the breeze for the next few hours

But he knew it wasn’t the last time

He would have to cover his footprints with dirt and sticks