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