Never Enough

Imagine the smallest prison,
That can fit your body,
And still allow a world of horizons,
And possibility,

But only within the bars that you are living,
With no view of what might be outside,
Though, knowing it's the freedom you've always wanted,
Because it always does when you're on the inside,

And no one visits who's not already there,
Within the boundaries of this stifling world,
Oh, and your imagination only thinks about,
What's on the outside, for sure.

You're not alone, alright?
Everyone thinks the same thing,
From their own prisons, both in and out of yours.
That's the f'd up thing about reality.