Through the Lines
’‘I’m travelling through the lines; wild like a bird
No cage confines me.
My mind is free, I fly,
I close my eyes to see’
Juana of Castille (1479 – 1555) was also known as Juana la Loca. She spent 44 years of her life incarcerated in a tower where Time stands still. I imagine her feeling buried alive but refusing to accept this as her story. She escapes it by finding a metaphysical way of transcending the natural laws of Time and Space and even gravity.
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Who built this tower that surrounds me
Who took away the stairs? Who threw away the key
Who stole my power and my liberty
How can I live in a story that doesn’t belong to me
I’m colouring through the lines
Free like a child before the rules define me
I cannot comply. I defy the law of gravity pushing down on me
And I fly to the only place I can find
I’m leaving these prison walls behind
I climb with the sun to the top of the sky
With the eye of a bird myself I spy
Through the window in the bone white stone
I never knew solitude til I saw myself alone
I’m travelling through the lines, wild like a bird
No cage confines me, my mind is free
I fly, I close my eyes to see
Oh sweet freedom I’m lighter than air
Oh sweet freedom I’m everywhere
Those lines were drawn for me to follow
But I’m crossing the tropics free to go
Lines on the map, lines in the sky
Through the lines I fly
Through the lines I fly
Through the lines I fly