in my Cage.

in my Cage.

Like a bird that stares through Bars

To the freedom skies beyond

Like fireflies in Jars

That once reflected over ponds

Like horses in a Carosel 

Hooves never pounding true

Like the boy forced to ring the Bell

Who has never seen waves of blue

Like wind interrupted by Manmade Forms

Abandoned souls upon it moan 

Like desires of hearts Crushed and Torn

As Their ridicule becomes a drone

I'm the bird, the firefly, the wind, and all

The Bars trap me high, the Jar traps me tall

I am restless in waiting, my fingers on Glass

On a reckless horse I'd shatter and bash

I want to see past the Bell and his boy

But They hold the Key and I am Their Toy

I'm structured by Soul-less Forms

I'm trapped in Pretentious Norms

My true soul and heart Unfree

All capitalized letters indicate the worldly influences that hold my true expression, my nonconformity, back.