That Other World.

i suppose i oughta be pleased,
i'm alive, i'm fed and i am clean.
yet the solid walls beneath the solid roof,
offer me no happiness--
but take my freedom.

i am a city child,
born into a concrete crib and;
for the,
longest,
time,
i have went on blind.

then one day,
the sun shone a little brighter,
and through the cracks,
i spotted something new.

it was then i realised,
about that world outside,
beneath and,
all around my little concrete crib.