Things that keep us from feeling free, like the person here. He longs to adventure through the thickest of forests, listen to the sounds of the wind blowing through the leaves, a foxes cry during the day, and a wolves howl at night. But what keeps him? What binds him to the confines of the indoors, where the only thing he hears is the voice of his own head? The thought of no return, his fear of getting lost. But as he looks out the only thing he wants, is to step outside and walk, run, maybe frolic through the binding paths of the unknown and discover what lays ahead. However, he remains trapped.