There's a neglected soul in this picture
Someone who lost control
In a world of stricture

Trapped in seemingly endless stagnation
Yet I've found a figment recently
Of my lost imagination

Like the old woman gazing through a window on the wall
I'm framed
Like the motionless meadow
I'm framed

Lock me up this time now for good
If coloring empty pages is a crime
And freedom is overlooked

Shades and shadows not to confuse
Hence I'm creating a new skyline
Always waiting for a muse

Like the frozen waves at sea on the wall
I'm framed
Like the calm bovine grazing in the pasture
I'm framed  

Like a rigid silhouette on the wall
I'm missing it all