Perfect Cage

I live in a perfect little cage,
a beautiful place I called home.
It never grows old wth age
a beautiful place I called home.

It’s majestic in appearance,
but looks can be deceptive.
I’m locked in this cage,
a beautiful place I called home.

I feel suffocated between these walls
I feel trapped by my thoughts
I wish I could fall
To get rid of these thoughts.

My sorrow has no end,
and my joy has no beginning.
This perfect little cage,
might be the end of my age. Continue reading

Me And My Imagination

When the sun goes down,
and the stars come up
Excitement arises within me.

I turn my thinking cap on,
and shut the reality off
Because now everything is in my control.

I play with the child in me
dancing to the music of the night.
Not letting anything get in my way
and being free from what they expect me to be.

All the children are fast asleep,
but I’m still wide awake.
With my eyes open in fascination,
admiring the beauty of the stars above. Continue reading