Restricted perception

You are all in cages.
Happy.
Retarded.
Crashing into the iron fence.
Until blood comes from your wounds.
This blood runs, runs..
It comes to your eyes.
And it makes you blind.
You still have a fanatic smiles on your faces.
You scratch ceilings of your cages.
You want to fly.
But you can’t make it.
You’re trapped and restricted.
In the cage.
This cage is your perception.