Alarm!

I feel caged in box
full of people constantly muttering
about something relevant
hustling through heaps of bodies
I slither, my destination - irrelevant
 
Midst the living corpses
I breathed a singular smell
that rallied my senses
to search and rescue my hands
now free to choose a door
 
Stepping out of a mess of things
the world got bigger with bigger things
the ceiling was so high
I couldn't see it with my eye
and the carpet so green
it seemed almost mean
 
But the cage I fled from
was smaller than expected
appendages sticking out in a few places
the leaf which laid waste to my belief
blooms well here,
where only a few choose to linger.