We're the lost souls roaming in this
Seemingly free world.

The fences are set so wide,
The boundaries so far,
If you walked forever,
You still probably don't see those tall fences
Looming over your heads.

The roofs have been painted
To look like the sky,
And the depths of the sea
Merely the bottom of the tank.
The horizon is just another painted mirage

But you.

I question why you ever existed.