Endless Poem by Sarah Lynn Jackson

Everything around me gets loud,
But at the very same time - it feels like I'm floating on a cloud,

Snapping back into harsh reality,
One minute from floating on a cloud - then the next being locked up with a thrown away key,

Why can't everything be simple and tidy?
While the lack for freedom is so tiny,

Maybe freedom isn't what I'm looking for,
Just only a possibly open door,

A door for answers,
While each step you take is alight from glowing lanterns.