Focus: This Picture (II)

Though the bright fires that burn in hell
It is a place yet stained with darkness.
This blackness,
Arresting our minds
And pinning us to the ground.

Why do we live in this hell,
When the sky is just above our heads?
Heaven is close, closer than we think.
But deep, deeper in this abyss we sink.

And the fear is that we do not know
That there is liberty in the sky,
And it is wide enough for all of us to fly.

Tochi