I trace the cracks along my walls,
dreams caught in spiderweb stalls.
The world outside, a distant call,
but here I stay, behind it all.
Suitcase packed inside my mind,
yet doors won’t open, fate unkind.
Every step just turns to stone,
a bird still grounded, all alone.
Windows show the sky so wide,
but I can’t chase the changing tide.
Voices say, "someday, you'll go,"
but "someday" always whispers "no."
Nights stretch long, and walls close tight,
the moon my only guide through night.
I dream of roads I've never seen,
but wake to find I’m where I’ve been.
One day, maybe, doors will break,
chains will rust and hands won’t take.
But until then, I sit and sigh—
a caged heart longing for the sky.
