A cell with no padlocks.
A cell with no bars.

I sit inside, imprisoned
from the world.
The walls remember...
Juvenile drawings of houses
and happy faces.
"Go out, you look like a prisoner!"
is what relative people said.
But I was content like that.

Now I'm here knowing
this is a cell.
Loneliness has never felt like this
until their words came back.

I open the three doors
and flee.
This is the city.
This is the continent.
This is the world.

Freedom is in the air.
Or so was expected...
I did what they wanted,
I evaded.
Why do I still feel caged?

Wrong place..
Legs, lead me away
from this feeling!
Help me reach point B!

...
...wrong...
All wrong...

It's following me.
Everywhere I go, it's
behind my back.

...now I understand.
The boot...
The united lands...
The sphere...

I'm back where I started.
Inside a cell.