Cage

Eyes open.
But no matter if open or closed,
when iron bars they see
permanently there exposed.
 
The soul divorced the spirit,
on autopilot it floats.
It quietly looks for comfort,
collecting empty daily anecdotes.
 
The disconnected soul
stays in a cage with an open door.
If only it could find the spirit,
it could liberate –
to recover its forgotten dreams,
it could real life explore.

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