Caged Words

Peel the clouds from the sun,

this world's my sketch board,

'cause if there was no light

I'd have nothin' to stretch for-

nor grow toward

when I awake to a new dawn.

Blue sky- look in my eye

to see a true storm.

A few yawns, then suit up

for my inner battles.

Might be summer, but you should

see how fast winter travels.

Accumulate splinters of gravel

from road rash-

scarred- won't get no prince

if you kiss this toad's ass.

But shed no tears

for this maimed bird's wing,

'cause not many can say

they know why the caged words sing.

Na, not many know

why the caged words sing,

n' the initiative to live

that those plagued chirps bring-

that stay circling

this enslaved perp's ring-

like a bruise purpling.

A cycle of pant, sigh.

Wounds hurting,

but I recycle the chant by

finding relief in the grief

'cause shit, the demand's high!

So I flow to make up

for the fact that I can't fly...