Trapped
Trapped inside my own little world
Behind a door
Behind a gate
Behind bars
That refuse to budge
The one that holds my key
One in a sea of many
Fate shall bring them here
To me
The one to open my gate
Set me free
Caged canary
The cat laughs at me
Through twisted bars
And rusting lines
So many faces pass
They peer in at me
Hold up their key
Shining ones made of jewels and gold
They shall not fit
I sigh at their weak attempts
To uncage me
to set me free
They leave me once more
Alone
So very
Alone
Yet I don’t despair
For the one shall be here
Shortly
He comes and hold up a key
Made of tarnished metal
It is small
Rusted and cheap
He turns it in the lock
It opens my gate
Sets me free
And so we go
Happily
But I look back
To the gates
The bars
And hopefully
They shall shut
And no one will be inside
But alas this dream is
Futile
For no matter how many
Little canaries are uncaged
A new one flitters in
And the gates shall shut
The twisted bars
And the rusting lines
Shall make them say;
“Find my key
Set me free”