I can't stay put. I have to make a run for the door. The cage is closing in all around me and I must get out while I can. This mundane ritual has become simply pointless, something done because someone, somewhere said it was a requirement to survival.
The sun is calling to me. The blue sky is beckoning. These four walls hold no entertainment, no enjoyment, nothing to entice the imagination.
Thoughts of books, bike riding, long walks, ice cream, cigarettes, naps in the sun, guitar playing, song writing, singing and enjoying a beer on the balcony are crowding my mind leaving no room for this repetitive cycle.
The sun is calling to me. The blue sky is beckoning. These four walls hold no entertainment, no enjoyment, nothing to entice the imagination.
Thoughts of books, bike riding, long walks, ice cream, cigarettes, naps in the sun, guitar playing, song writing, singing and enjoying a beer on the balcony are crowding my mind leaving no room for this repetitive cycle.
"Then this bird just flew away, she was never meant to stay. To keep her caged would just delay the spring." - Travis, the cage.
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