Foreign Freedom

Is it raining outside?

Or are the sunrays adorning the sight?

Who is out there?

And what are they doing?

Someone tell me

I want to know

I am trapped in a dark room

Locked up by an angel

Who broke the key

And walked away

So far that I can’t see her halo

I am trapped alone

Where I can’t tell

Anyone, how I got here

Because I always got a veto

So what is outside those four walls that I am caged in?

What do people do with their lives when they have owned their freedom?

Do people smile?

Do they laugh?

Because sometimes, I hear them from where I am

Is their laughter genuine?

Is there such thing as happiness?

Is there really love?

Or is it a fantasy to fill the emptiness?

Do they cry?

What do they feel?

Are they worm

Or always cold like me?

Maybe one day

I will face the sunlight

Maybe one day

I will walk among those who laugh and smile

Maybe one day

My angel will come back

And maybe one day

She will get me out