If i could open up,
i would open up to boundaries,
walking through ranges,
standing through oceans.
If i could open up,
i would, to all the suns outside,
brightening yet fading away,
obscured, and dim their array.
If i could open up,
i would, to this lifeless crowd,
acting like strangers offended,
craving on stage with a false fed.
If i could open up,
i would, to air stranded,
invariant, yet falling to conspiracy,
losing the hailed true identity.
If i could open up,
i would, to my own soul,
silently under the bridge of guilt,
black-eyed dreams of lift.