Caught in the space between dreams and chains,
Where freedom beckons but never remains,
A bird with wings too heavy to fly,
Under a vast and endless sky.

Walls I can’t touch, yet know are there,
Built from silence, woven from air,
An open cage, a boundless room,
Bright with light, yet thick with gloom.

I press and pull, but the world stands still,
A restless mind, bound by its will,
Echoes of plans I cannot reach,
Waves on a shore, just out of breach.

The clock ticks slow, each sound a weight,
The smallest step feels like fate,
And every hour, a tightened rope,
Stealing the breath, stifling hope.

Invisible hands hold firm and tight,
A maze with no clear wrong or right,
Where longing lingers, lost and small,
And walls rise higher, unbreakable walls.

Yet somewhere within, a quiet voice,
Reminds me gently there’s still a choice—
To find a crack, a hidden seam,
To slip beyond, reclaim the dream.

For chains unseen are often thin,
And walls can fade when strength begins,
With steady heart and sharpened mind,
Perhaps, in time, a path I’ll find.