My prison sits high in the clouds, miles from solid ground, yet I feel I could be free.
There's a key, hidden deep within my broken memories, an escape.
Food appears, I eat. I sleep. Seasons pass; I begin to despair.
The answer eludes me still, but I will be caged no longer.
I climb for the window sill and without hesitation, I leap.
Air rushes over me, a familiar feeling?
The ground rushes up to meet me.
Too late, I remember I can fly.