You are biting at your broken chain. You don't even recognize freedom anymore. Go on, RUN! You can make it over those hills, and into the land over that fence. Escape! It's your chance now! I will meet you on the other side, and we can be two animals so beautiful in our freedom that we laugh at the mouth of the sun, before it turns to water and evaporates, then rains down on our wild bohemian fur.