Breaking free

We live our lives fully preoccupied with our own selves
Unwilling to look beyond our self imposed walls like little elves
There is the consolation that this is a world that leaves no time
But then, a life where the world seems strange loses all shine
How would it feel to break free and fly away
To loosen all our shackles and let our imagination hold sway
Exploring the tallest cliff and the deepest chasm
And feed our wanderlust with childish enthusiasm
Letting our thoughts soar with gay abandon
Blurring the line between reality and illusion
This is not some crazy vision of a drug induced high
Just a burst of colour in a mind that has long been dry.