Looking out to the world, trying to find a word.
Thinking is there someone looking in at me. Oh what I’d give to be free.
The biggest prison can be your head, like the window are we a pain. To think with my heart or my brain.
What about both? Can I feel with my head and think with my heart? Is the world looking at me, through my window? Or am I looking at them?
Thinking oh to be free.
By Andrew Kelly
Dublin, Ireland