Hope is everything right now.
All things are caressing my fingertips.
If only I could move a step,
They would be in my clasp at last.
I try, try, try as much as I can,
But these feet are shackled.
You want me here, here, here.
You senseless pig,
You wall of concrete
Do you not see
That I am a bird?
Land is not my home,
sky is, and I am dying now
dying slowly, slowly, slowly
every moment more
that I stay here.