What I felt

I saw a white butterfly

it was free, like I used to be

now, between bars

I can only see green

green, grey and red

the smoke is visible

and everytime I see it, I get shivers down my spine

I used to be free

now, I can only see walking skeletons

we no longer live or love or feel

when everything is over

I want to fly, like that white butterfly

and get used to be free