Slouched in a depression
Staring up at the ceiling
I reach out my hands above me
The daylight falls on my palm
I reach into the empty air
Hymns lull me into the emptiness of space and time
Horizontal lines on the window stare me down
Numbers on the wall is my heartbeat
Eyes wide and moist
Flightless in the nest
Dreaming of green fields and blue skies
There are no chains, just bad habits
No sentence, just dependence
No bars, just distance
No dream, there is no dream
The day shines bright
But where is the light?
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