A finger, a thumb
All it takes to cage a soul.
Who would believe this world so full
Would be in the end so flat?

A canvas like playground for all two dimensional captives ,
Becoming lines that are drawn as if unwinding threads
Wound so tightly before that release is received with superfluous gratitude
Such freedom never felt before is cherished and held onto

Trapping minds, one within the other.
Unable to see the real world yet recognised
Will that freedom be enough
Never knowing what it is to be free

Will hands reach out to hold my hand hot with life?
Will they let the fire flow through?
Burning the canvas
Breaking the threads
Freeing the mind.