Closed Doors

Let’s fly away from this dim, smoky place To far off lands and over endless seas. At last, we’ve found all our locked cages’ keys. I ache to feel the wind upon my face. I scream adieu to all this tortured waste, And think on views so different from these. Imagine open air and swaying trees- A paradise of light and open space. I ran and leapt and raced into the light- The taste of liberty atop my tongue. To things far gone and past I gave no thought. The future briefly stole away my sight- (In my defense, I was naive and young.) I found all of my dreaming was for naught.