It's Friday. The sun is shining. The weather hot. I have exciting weekend plans that includes camping with my family, and yet the day drags by as I wait for 5 o'clock to come and I'm free from my prison called work.

It's not hard work at all. Fact is, it's pretty easy -- too easy. The truth is that I haven't really liked it here, but because of the economy there is no escape. There's no tunnel from my cell that provides a way out. I'm stuck here. How long is my sentence? 10 years? 20? Life? Will there ever be a parole hearing that will spring the gates of my cell wide open?

As I sit here in my cell waiting for the time I can get outside, even if only for a little while, I looked through the barred window wondering when my time will come. When will I walk out the doors for the last time? When will I finally set my foot on grounds that are not a prison? When will my parole come? When will I be done serving my sentence in this prison called work?