Because everything is meaningless,

Only my imaginary world makes sense.

There’s no cage made of bricks,

But only clouds & forests, so dense.

It’s confusing to know which one to choose.

It’s only the cage that makes me want to break loose.

Freedom beckons,

Creating only because I am a part of it.

Can it be done without?

Does it have meaning without?

~ Sunaina Choudhary 

India