Bliss

I've experienced bliss before
A soul with a carpet of lush joy
Brushed by the cool breeze of contentment
Where lying down is the same as floating up

But false bliss is like a wallpaper--
Sheets with illusionary projections of freedom
It's thin, and it could be sharp
and it could scrape on the walls, leaving a scar

Break the walls, then...for they are merely billboards.
Walk past them-- you can even run!
For a mere plane cannot show depth.
Step out. Move forward. Jump in.

Eventually, you'll find true bliss.