Trapped inside this cold small place
Alone with thoughts and feelings
And within my mobile prison, I have now been ensnared
In a more literal prison, a place with frigid air

How can it be, I can never be free
Of the memory of pain and regret
When I get out, I'll run about
But I have not left yet

Sometime in the distant future
I'll be given another chance
At trying to lead a real life
Hold the average societal stance

When I escape, I'll fly away
And find somewhere to hide
I won't be back, but I'll still have
These feelings behind these eyes

Once long ago, there was a place
Too comfortable to recall
I felt at ease, and I could see
An open door next to a wall

But in this cold reality
The door only opens when
The rulers choose to come about
And free me from my pen