The Door

The door means freedom.
But it's so far away.
I watch as one dark jacketed
boy leaves
I am stuck in this room,
however big, but stale.
The air feels moldy.
I only wish to seek the stars
and to let the midnight chill
graze over my skin.
I'm tired, yawning
I am not a student of
philosophy or
science.
Yet I yearn for nature.
I am jealous of the boy
I am trapped,
held with chains
against my will.
I only wish to seek the stars.