I look to my left: the sky is dark;
I look to my right: sunset is nigh;
I look ahead, envision my home:
The gravel path, the creaky door,
The chirp I will hear as I say 'Hello!'
(With that loud, childish joy, concealing the weight of the day)
My bird in the cage, the symbol I swore I would shake;
Yet here I am:
Moving toward the same metal gate.