In my cage
There are forests and jungles
I fly above electricity cables
And sit on mountain peaks
Yet a cage
is a cage
is a cage
These eyes soak in trapped people
But the mind will never forget
Paradise awaits with
Freedom not bound
By coins that stack to the sky
Following the sun
Traipsing after it from country to island
Dying to soak in its light
Drab bedsits
Mundane days
Months
And before you know it
Years gone by
Mouldy rugs and numb fingers
They watch their breath cloud the air
Wistfully sigh and stroke patterns in
Condensed windows
Rusty metal
Squelchy mud
In a world of wants
Look what happens to
He who laughs a moment
Is accompanied with shadowing grief
He breaks the ocean in half
To be met
In a place where no one wants him
The temporary dwellers are
Reluctant to trust what the world has to offer
Come morning they must leave
In the end we will all leave
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
In my cage
There are forests and jungles
I fly above electricity cables
And sit on mountain peaks
Yet a cage
is a cage
is a cage
These eyes soak in trapped people
But the mind will never forget
Paradise awaits with
Freedom not bound
By coins that stack to the sky
Following the sun
Traipsing after it from country to island
Dying to soak in its light
Drab bedsits
Mundane days
Months
And before you know it
Years gone by
Mouldy rugs and numb fingers
They watch their breath cloud the air
Wistfully sigh and stroke patterns in
Condensed windows
Rusty metal
Squelchy mud
In a world of wants
Look what happens to
He who laughs a moment
Is accompanied with shadowing grief
He breaks the ocean in half
To be met
In a place where no one wants him
The temporary dwellers are
Reluctant to trust what the world has to offer
Come morning they must leave
In the end we will all leave
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