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Caged
Like a caged lion i am
trapped in my own meager existence
i long for thrills and excitement
but am only met by the cage bars in my way
of unbreakable steel and locked from the outside
i am helpless despite my strong wills
left to do nothing but to press my paws to the bars and gaze into the outside
i pace to the left
i see glorious city lights
and the welcoming arms of people who love me
i pace to right
breathtaking mountains
but what is a mountain view masked by cold steel
both left and right are the same direction
out
looking to the outside looking in , i sigh
i wish to take long strides into freedom
i want to bound across miles breathing in cool , clean,free
i long to stretch my paws stepping star to star
across cosmic valleys and the fabric of spacetime
seeking out my inner wild
but alas i can not
come
free the lion
so that my tip toed steps across my cold small floor
may broaden
to long free strides
so that i may stop when i want to
so that i may dance the nights into morning
and so i may sing the mornings into night
free me so that i may be free physically to match my free mentality
and so i may recline upon a cosmic cloud
and skip merrily through moonlit fields
hunting fireflies as i please
trapped in my own meager existence
i long for thrills and excitement
but am only met by the cage bars in my way
of unbreakable steel and locked from the outside
i am helpless despite my strong wills
left to do nothing but to press my paws to the bars and gaze into the outside
i pace to the left
i see glorious city lights
and the welcoming arms of people who love me
i pace to right
breathtaking mountains
but what is a mountain view masked by cold steel
both left and right are the same direction
out
looking to the outside looking in , i sigh
i wish to take long strides into freedom
i want to bound across miles breathing in cool , clean,free
i long to stretch my paws stepping star to star
across cosmic valleys and the fabric of spacetime
seeking out my inner wild
but alas i can not
come
free the lion
so that my tip toed steps across my cold small floor
may broaden
to long free strides
so that i may stop when i want to
so that i may dance the nights into morning
and so i may sing the mornings into night
free me so that i may be free physically to match my free mentality
and so i may recline upon a cosmic cloud
and skip merrily through moonlit fields
hunting fireflies as i please
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