Restless in a room,
behind the window bars,
Rows of ordered cells,
In which I am one.
With which I am one,
to be in state,
motionless.
A dull throb in mind,
a desire to go out,
a number holds me back.
Cannot talk, cannot hear,
Unwell, sleeping.
Wake up and see,
Love for thee.
To tear me away from this
cage of mine. Out in the open,
into your arms.