Why are you there?

Why are you there and not where you belong... free. It just breaks my heart to imagine you and all your imprisioned friends, day and night, sitting there in a small limited space, in the cold, without the possibility to move as you wish, to run wild, to discover new places, to play under the moonlight, to drink from a river, to bath under the rain... but bored to death while people take photos and pay to see you, deprived from life.