As big as the world is, and as free as I may feel that I am; there are times, in my life, where I feel like I am trapped in a box, which is always shrinking.
I have written some beautiful words, and words of deep thought; sometimes words of inspiration. What good are any of these constructs, if they are not read, understood, or acknowledged?
Depending on the light of freedom available; when I look out of the window of my life, sometimes I see a glorious future, and sometimes, I only see myself.