Stretching Eyes

In a state of desillusion

I was staying inside for a week

no intrusion could be

stretching my eyes

to the bottom of the sky

freedom is a true illusion

I say to myself as I cry

no advice will apply

stretching my eyes

to the bottom of the sky

seeing is a sweet infusion

I can sift my eyes through the leaves

a revolution to me

stretching my eyes

to the bottom of the sky