I’m trying to escape from the prison I made, once, for my flesh,
shattering the bars of fear which lost their purpose and meaning-
something dies in me yet I replenish myself as a round moon.
Walls, raised by my mind to protect me, collapse,
the torture of confinement from myself I don’t feel anymore,
from my branches thousands of deceptive illusions shake off.
Dressed with the night, I hide the light beyond the spotted light,
across limits that never really existed, I meet with myself,
comprehending that I am everywhere, but being here I dream.