She looked so fragile A porcelain doll Fragile but beautiful with protruding bones Sadness colored her brown eyes blue As her heart struggled to beat another beat or two
The atmosphere is a cage Keeping us all in A confiding sphere Trapping us on this orb Floating through an echo-less space A breathtakingly beautiful cosmos we will never reach As we keep traveling infinitely
Every day I live a thousand lives that aren’t mine Stuck on the inside of fiction I never feel the wind Caught in a cage made of fear Made from the thousand dreams I keep dreaming A thousand lives that I have lived My mind is shackles My mind is wings