Surrounded by brick. Fake stone.
I feel fake myself, sitting inside,
Hidden from sunshine.
I wish to demolish these walls,
Knock away solid barriers.
Invisible barriers remain.
I wish to be outside, yet protected.
I cannot be open, for then I can be hurt.
Vulnerable. Alone.
I want to feel the breeze in my hair
On the hills, by wave-torn shores.
Freedom in safety.
I sit here and dream,
Watching junk TV from my old sofa.
Dream of a future.
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