Tied up

Cramped and square, hot and sultry.
My room is a prison
So I search inside my head
For pictures of the free
But my world crumbles
My thoughts die
The streets fade
And guess what?
There's nothing to see
Because the truth is
Nobody as ever cut the ropes
We've always been tied
Right here
Deep inside our
CRAMPED
SQUARE
HOT
AND SOULTRY
Little minds.