I've been trapped in a world of my own creation.
Each day the sun rises in relation,
With the moon and the stars
As they set in the sky
But here I sit forever by.
My body is like a cage.
My mind a bird fighting its rage,
To break all its bones and be free,
Or to live healthy and without the key.
Blind I'm not to the world outside,
As everyone goes as a passerby.
Deaf I'm not to the dreams and the hopes,
Or the engines roaring and spitting smoke.
I can feel just fine with my own two hands,
And everything tastes just fine, not bland.
They ask if I'm ok,
But the truth is, I'm not.
I've been trapped in a world of my own creation,
Just fighting the urge to break the sensation.
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