[Saba_Baran90]

Why is it that sometimes things and people we love are close in our hearts but out of reach in reality
I wonder if reality is just cruel or is like a parent who wants the right thing for their child even though it may not be what they want
But even then it still hurts when you get hit, when it slaps you
One doesn't know whether they should spend their seconds hoping for scape or trying to adjust to what feels very much like a cage!!!
And perhaps as if it already doesn't hurt enough, a cage hung by a window overlooking an open field
It's as if seconds are being scratched out of your heart instead of time itself
You've got nowhere to go yet you just want to just go anywhere
You think, you hope, you feel but nothing good
Nothing warm
Nothing that stays
You're to scared to think of What IF
Too disappointed to hope for What IF
Too hurt To feel What IF
It's almost as if there's no air coming in from between the bars
The bars that are only good for when you fall so you'd have something to hold on to
It's a painful irony: To have to hold to the same bars when you fall that are making you fall in the first place
You are somewhere between love, hate and habit with the bars
I guess the confusion goes on as long as you can't figure out whether they're there for you to hold on to or there to keep you caged
But then the this appointment kicks in with at the same time as hope : It's just cage afterall : No confusion any more and yet the hope to break it down

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What's your opinion on the passage above guys?
Tell Me honestly