Freed;;

We sing and we whistle;

my best friend and me,

together we live;

through our thoughtless singing.

We cry as time passes.

Inevitably,

As caged as we are;

We wish to be freed.

In songs we are flying,

unbinded, and

breathing,

in joy.

Then we come to;

the cage reappears,

I sigh in the moment,

falling? the tears.

Colorful blurs,

remarkable shapes,

I live in the moment,

completely unfazed.

Still we are burdened,

bruised in defeat.

we're giving up fighting,

we'll never be free.

Then I look over,

my friend is singing,

I feel so defeated.

Alone I will be.

I open her cage,

my small canary,

her little voice swoons,

as she happily, is free.

My friend is long gone,

my years have passed by,

sung I have not,

and alone, I will die.

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