My eyes hold your's
But, my heart sings solitary
A caged bird can only whistle

Maybe, I know the freedom of love
Or the power of your disguise
That holds you prison

My heart flutters
When it is walking a thin line
Or sometimes dancing madly across the sun

Like one on the run
If my heart wants to be poor
It finds others begging for summer

If it wants to sit and suffer
It chooses to be cold
Counting days near the end of winter

Till it dies, not with a wail
But a shiver for every part prisoner
For every whisper turns to evanescence

If you are traumatized
They say if you can't beat them
Join them and suffer the indignation

They trapped a tiger
Gift wrapped a bird
Left an animal appetite unsatiated
At least I can die when I want
If the highway stretches to the far curve

Where destiny awaits