Simpler
Part 2
I want to soar away from this prison like how I believed
I was Icarus, yet I hear no jingle in my pockets. No such
jingle on the lock either.
There is no way out, except to
survive on a failing dream that keeps replaying in my
head: "To freedom! To freedom! To freedom!" Yet
it appears that imagination was only free
when life was simpler.
cuRRent...jer