Well I'm going to leave that up to you... what do you think its about? :)
I live my life within four walls,
Between the corners of my mind.
I spend my days with echoing thoughts;
Give me comfort in my slumber.
I know not what my present season:
I see no bitter snow across the ground.
No pitter-patter of rain on the roof,
Or wind whistling between the trees.
My sight is blind to sunlit flowers,
I see no eagle flying free in the sky.
No golden sands across the beaches,
No rippling, rolling bubbles of the sea.
I know not the height of my capture,
Or the width of its great walls.
I stretch out in hope of knowledge;
And clutch the vast, black nothingness.
Maybe I see I light in a corner?
Whether or not I step towards this hope;
Fling open the west-ward window,
And let the light come streaming in...