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.
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