A window barred, a sky so vast,
A future chained to shadows cast.
My feet know only trodden ground,
The hollow, circulating sound
Of lock and key, of whispered dread,
A ceiling heavy overhead.
My spirit strains against the cage,
And turns a yet unwritten page.
It dreams of winds on open seas,
Of rustling leaves on forest trees.
A desperate and a silent plea,
To feel the sun and just be free.
I watch a cloud drift slowly by,
And ache to ask it "how?" and "why?"
It knows no walls, no binding chain,
Just sunlit shores and cooling rain.
And in that sight, the longing grows,
A river that now overflows.
This quiet ache, a constant hum,
For a day that has not yet come.
To run on fields of open green,
A life unwritten, a world unseen.
To breathe an air that costs no fee,
And break the chains to finally be.
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