How is one here
Presented with endless possibilities to explore
Days and days ahead of them to navigate
Through Earth’s greatest treasures
Yet at the same time they are not here
Instead focusing on the box assumed as habit
Worshipping paper to depend their experience on
Freedom engulfed by invisible barriers, fences
Borders striving to sustain what is unsustainable
And how is one here
Gifted breath from the early beginning  
Decorated with hope and ambition, love and protection
Nurtured in freedom to talk, and move
Yet at the same time they are not here
Placed behind a colorless cell
Imposed on them is a paper which determines them
Who they are, their whole being, wrapped up in the finger of a single sheet
How is one here
Dancing with the assumption of being a free
human
Yet jailed in the arms of a ruthless system

Oxygen must envy you
Earning the title was such an easy task, you tried Chaining my airways, only to unlock to your sight
And you did, now decide

Mysterious force invading my territory, I cried
Saving my particles from depending on you, for breath
And I failed, now feel
The void that engulfs me since you left your wreath

They need not share about the flames
Expanding within the constraints of their chests
Just the sounds of each other’s names
Are enough to feed the ferociousness
Stealing their competency and giving them
Two pairs of hungry eyes that indulge them

Would it cost you much
To caress your duties away
Stop being in a rush
And listen to what your heart has to say?

Years are fragments of a drainage
Seeking to absorb our vision
Should we give priority to distraction
Or kiss the trophy of determination?

Our beings know no less than peace
Do you not feel a certain bliss
Lying in the arms of your bed
Who calls your soul to take over for the night?

It doesn’t beg to feel alive
For its endurance is eternal
It only asks for your hand to borrow
Merging with it to produce your grand renewal

Take a glance at the marine sky giving birth
To the commencement of the day
And tell me there isn’t a point in seeing its worth
Painting a canvas of endless serenity
Whilst enveloping an array of secrets
Focusing its task of provoking curiosity
Within who we are and who we are yet to be
Why don’t you observe the slight interruption
Of what seems to be
A gap entertained between lingering layers
A bridge between yesterday’s and tomorrow’s scheme
If this is not a light advocating for returning prosperity
I don’t know what is

How enlightening is it to think
That our whole world can be altered in a single blink
Life as I knew sighted, now becomes vacant
Driven into an endless tunnel of mystery
Which gratifies my thirst at present
Eradicating any signal of reality
And instead
Focusing on my retained energy

And how easy is it to see
The close proximity between two worlds
One that surrounds me, and one that is within
Within my ability to create my own life, rather than merely live by it  
How wonderfully designated is the life I experience
Inside my dream