to fly without reaching the sky,

is like to live without hope.

to swim without reaching the sea,

is like to live without tomorrow.

when the eyes gaze upon the world

through the metal bars,

life becomes meaningless.

to be kept in boundaries

to be kept in captives

to be kept enslaved.

the fallen angel 

helplessly hopeless

wishes for nothing,

but to return to where it belongs

and to live freely.

this seems, now, 

never be possible.

selfish human.