Life is depressing for many I have learned

For example take me

I look around in the small glass box

That I am confined in

I realize that I am isolated

From the world that was once around me


I look into the mirror

Hanging on the wall

I watch the lonely reflection

And fall into a deep slumber

I see an unbelievable dream of the outside world


I was flying high in the sky

I was swimming in the sea

And then I was shot into space out of my dream

I only awake to find myself alone again

For I find freedom


Freedom is a privilege

For those lucky enough

It is something given and received

For it is something I yearn for


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