Search back into your own vision; think back to the mind that thinks
I throw myself back an' forth
inside my own mind's cage.
My brain erupts, painfully,
with familiar, senseless rage.
My soul, it bleeds with boredom
while searching for escape.
Confusion, illusion, searching.
How can I escape this cage?
I'm free to go when I please -
No bars keep me from free land.
Yet still I remain in the grips
of a captor which hath no hands.