What is this illimitable cage
that we let our logic blow around in?
Like a candy wrapper in the wind;
full of youthful innocence,
devoid of the sweet joy inside.
Let us be more than a litter of letters.
Where will the wind stop?
Where will those those thoughts land
which, at present, seem so far from home?
Are we bounded by the concrete coasts
of our solid skulls
or is the oceanic air
enough to take us across to new wonders?
Leave me to float aimlessly
for as long as necessary,
but please let me finally land
at a place I can call home.