I am all entangled...
I have fallen on clusters of thorns...
All stuck... it bleeds everywhere
A vine of thorns wraps around my head...
And it gets more painful as I try to remove it...
Oh!...someone has come...she is trying to help me out...
But it's tough...I am crying...
I remember last...sitting on the Poetry swing...
When Words and Feelings pushed me higher from behind...
Higher! and higher...that even the blue sky could hear my verses
I was so happy...and even the pianos played...
But then someone came
I was scared....they pushed me from the swing
My knees were bleeding and my hand was bruised...
The blue sky had black clouds...it was all dark
They had already killed Words and Feelings...
And were on their way...to crumble me!
When...I felt someone picked me...
They raised me higher...and threw me in the air
And I landed in this cluster of thorns...in the dark
Where...I am all entangled...