I live in feeble attempts to make my life matter, Every moment my wings beat against broken glass to escape but i cannot. Searching for a way to get out to be free to live a life of more than entrapment in a zoo of madness My life is not lived it is recorded, chewed up, spat out, cooked, served It's encaged by everything i could've/ should've done my life is not lived it is not anything but...but, it matters