Can we break free?

I sit beside my door
While the pages of my open book
Fight with the wind
Perhaps
To run free from the bounds of their spine.
I look at the shining stars
Longing to walk —
Walk until one of them shines on me
And I can break free from these bars.
I see empty streets
Where nothing but a few fireflies glow
Spreading rays of hope
As the streams of time flow.
I want to run — nay, fly through the grass
And feel the sun on my skin
And swim en masse.
As bad as blasphemy
Is what they say.
So I am stuck here
Sitting beside my door
While the pages of my open book
Fight with the wind
Perhaps
To run free from the bounds of their spine.