The open skies

The abundance of air

Somehow it is too much

I feel enclosed in this wide space

I look to the limitless skies

And I see a dome placed over my head

Trapping me

Caging me

But then the world outside the dome

Although it is one I do not enter

I know that it is worse

I know that in the boundless plains of space

There is less freedom than here

But it is here that I am

And for time that will not change

So I must live with my fear

For it is not something I can control

In this world of open skies

And abundances of air

Why do I feel so caged?