the escape

eyes probing
bouncing off the doors
creaking hinges 
                   rusted bars

those probing eyes
dream of freedom
promised by the dust particles
filtering through the skylight

a never ending yearning 
for freedom
                 for a world
where dreams suffocate not
words, body or soul
in a six-directional prison

eyes darting 
knowing well
escape
(from the present)
is but an delusion
riding an illusion
in oblivion