I'm stuck   an old shirt in the lost and found  a traumatized dog kept in a pound  or a bird behind some black prison bars  no, I'm just a human with too many scars    one day perhaps I might escape with special magic wand and...

It all began with clouds in the sky.We used to call them sheep, horses..Me and my friend,Every other object.Same sync.How would I walk?When there was no friction?It was an awkward tense.