I am locked in a box inside a cage with no rage, just sadness
As I peer through tiny holes as we travel on the highway and trees pass my way as the breeze blows leaves sideways and see a glance of what freedom really is.
Am I free on the inside while I’m locked on the inside wishing I was on the outside but was I truly on the outside when I was free?
My mind races by the places leaving blurs of the faces that remain in the same places as they used to be.
How do I deal with what is realy if I still haven’t healed from the mess I had to feel before the cage? So much pain that still reins as the rain drowns out the tears but doesn’t hide me from the fears that carry rage.
So I sit back on this ride but I still hide on the inside what I feel about the pace of the misplaced that already lost this race.
I paste a smile on my face and watch the butterflies give chase and know that one day I will awake and my mind will be at ease and my heart will be at peace then that smile will match my face as my feet set a pace because I will finally be totally free from this place.
