I love how freedom can be freed
"My senses know there is a way out. I can hear the tires of cars stick to the wet pavement. I can see their headlights hit things in my room to cast silhouettes on these walls. I can smell the fumes of their gas. I can speak of their maps, their keys to unlock freedom free. And I can feel the rough cold keys in my right hand, but my senses are useless when tied up to a memory of good things this place brought."