I live in feeble attempts to make my life matter,
Every moment my wings beat against broken glass to escape
but i cannot.
Searching for a way to get out to be free to live a life of more than entrapment in a zoo of madness
My life is not lived it is recorded, chewed up, spat out, cooked, served
It's encaged by everything i could've/ should've done
my life is not lived it is not anything but...but, it matters