Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Bird Caged

I wonder how the bird sees me from in its cage.

What is a cage, but
Trapped air and a place to rest.
Some food, some water,
Some fuel for creativity,

And maybe some rope to end it all.

I'm bringing my down in the dumps fundamental nature,
Putting it onto the paper
In a home that harbored
The bane of my suicide's existence.

I don't think anyone is meant to know why the caged bird sings…

August 24, 2005
Suge


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Bird Caged

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