Unlocked, Not Free

Unlocking does not make me free It alters nothing that I say; And though uncaged, I cannot flee. My barrier is, though chains debris, Though time-worn bars are shoved away; Unlocking does not make me free. A fine-spun web still mantles me, Through open doors, I am the prey; And though uncaged, I cannot flee. I dare not hear, or say, or see, Or peel aside the steel-cold gray; Unlocking does not make me free. Though broken, bent, and shattered be My bonds – yet silent, see the day; And though uncaged, I cannot flee. What holds me fast? What dangers see? Beyond what boundary never stray? Unlocking does not make me free And though uncaged, I cannot flee.