'Glassbox' - By David Wilding 

Glassbox
By David Wilding

It's square
Everywhere you look the same all round
Me inside
Should be outside
But HOW?

Inside here is my life
That can't escape
Can't break free
Or run away
To another land

Being here is hard
Sometimes quiet, other times loud
My head is deafened
By too much noise
Too little also makes me crazy
Just one level
All I need

The level of green
Of songs, of birds, of air to breathe
Of green and white not black and blue
Of smiles not frowns
Songs not fighting
Freedom not chains
Me not them
All not broken
Not half but all one
Cemented
For freedom

How to do it?
God didnt tell me that!
But he didn't even say
Had to all all myself
Like always
So much pain, too much
Help me out there!
Break this glass ball
This box of lies
This hell prison
I can't do it myself
To try is to die

But no-one listens
Except me and my head
And my memories
Of what was and what is now
What will be, won't
If this is to be, to remain
My box for now
But other boxes are similar but far away
New lands, old troubles