Invisible, but real
Transparent, but solid
Yet there they are,
Trapped inside the box
Isolated from the world
Chained to the ground
Choked by the air
They who are trapped inside
Are we free or trapped?
How far does our freedom will take us?
How far does our freedom make us a human?
Or being human means to limit the freedom?
Is freedom always endless or limited?
Or is it freedom were the glass box all along?
Then what is freedom to you?
Was it the glass box who trapped you?
Or beautiful Illusion about life?
How far freedom will take you?
Ask freedom, the one that trapped you inside the box