March was so long ago

In the future is next month so far away

Shifting in thought because I am

Placed in a box every night and at first

Light in the sky I am let out to perform

And do chores required of me

Chained up symbols of where young ideas suffer

Each time I envision the future

Doing what is asked of me every single time

Combining plots of escape with designed imagination

On the occasion that I somehow manage to dream at

Night it is often of love like a fresh beginning brings

Different from being ruled over as I am now

It seems like passion is something like only movie actors show

That is the only time I see affection without anguish

Intensity and pain are like clothes I am forced to wear

Only sleep is a moment of relaxing but sometimes

Not even then if reality finds a way to creep in

Someday I will get away and be free