Some are like caged hens
banging there heads on the
metal metaphors of desperations.
Non confirmative to the needs of seclusion,
as they were once free range.
The eggs of doubt and walking in
secluded circles,
can drive one to
desperation!
or even to the moment of silence.
We all are meant to be free range,
and now were battery hens,
running out of charge..
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 2:35 PM UTC
Some are like caged hens
banging there heads on the
metal metaphors of desperations.
Non confirmative to the needs of seclusion,
as they were once free range.
The eggs of doubt and walking in
secluded circles,
can drive one to
desperation!
or even to the moment of silence.
We all are meant to be free range,
and now were battery hens,
running out of charge..
