Like a lost wasp that seeks escape from room,

It flits against the window, seeking light,

An illusory path to freedom's bloom,

Yet trapped within, it battles day and night.

My mind, akin to that misguided wasp,

Struggles 'gainst the confines of my plight,

Desiring release from this binding grasp,

Yet here I stay, entangled in my fight.

Oh, cruel confinement, like a prison cell,

Where hope and dreams collide with cold despair,

I yearn for wings to break this earthly spell,

To soar beyond these walls, to breathe fresh air.

But fate, unyielding, holds me in its sway,

A captive soul, forever bound to stay.