a world of rigid walls,
and thank yous and pleases
something in me writhes and squeezes
please, let me out of the gray
why wont i let me out to play,
in my world far far away.
Theres something inside wishing to leave,
the overflow of something i received
a time ago, or was i child?
of trees and books and forests and wilds
the colors, sights, and all the bright lights...
no walls in my world, no room for the night
so let the colors flow and my captors know
ive seen something better than these cold white snows
the eight and the dancers,
the horse and the masters
keep my body from rot and decay
and my spirit alive another day
No comments:
Post a Comment