My name is signed between my skin
In ink for words we say but don't take in
They write a new name on every whim
And my blue ink skin it blends right in
We break out of our cages in succession of escape
Say words lacking meaning but then we mean them in the end
They shove us into paper boxes and leave ***** agape,
Yet with possibilities of freedom we lay eyes shut and pretend.
A box and a pen in collision of our thoughts
Until we become one with the blue ink they sought
-SZ
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
My name is signed between my skin
In ink for words we say but don't take in
They write a new name on every whim
And my blue ink skin it blends right in
We break out of our cages in succession of escape
Say words lacking meaning but then we mean them in the end
They shove us into paper boxes and leave ***** agape,
Yet with possibilities of freedom we lay eyes shut and pretend.
A box and a pen in collision of our thoughts
Until we become one with the blue ink they sought
-SZ
