Have I been wandering in a glass cage?

Reflections thrown towards me are distorted....

an unfamiliar face –

I bet on time with the slight of my pace;

Hear the singing of the outside world,

I am grasped in hands that curl –

If only this glass were lacerated.... rather as strong,

I could stand, yet: twirl,

smooth, yet: whirl;

Small creatures please strum that luminous song,

convince these faltering characters.... freedoms' never wrong;

Let this glass shatter,

Let these wings become the only sound of clatter –

Big or small: we all matter.