• The painting comes to life
    It looks at you calmly
    Soon you realize just how alike you are

    Because you are both trapped inside a frame
    Both of you can see freedom
    But all it does is pass you by

    You are both locked inside
    So, do you pity the painting
    Or do you pity yourself?

    Freedom is an illusion
    We are all looking through the glass
    Fearing to break it

    We are the painting
    We are pittied