Paranoid Daydreaming

Surrounded by greed
Suppressed by desire
Forced to live in a box
Unknown to what's around me
Unknown to even what's in me
I see no way out
I look down, only darkness
Nothing, for miles
I hear a sound
The strings of a violin
The chords of a guitar
No, the sound of a beautiful voice
Calling me back to earth
It's all, only a thought
Paranoia is all too common
How dare it suppress my dreams