I live in a steel glass cage.
The sun shines with no warmth,
And the walls are gray.
The hum of my master buzzes in my ear,
His eye stares at me always.
I look back and feel my soul
Slowly die
As he reaches in,
Pulling it out piece by piece.
I feel hollow.
For an hour of freedom,
I race out of my coffin and scatter
With the others
Trying to leave the influence behind,
But my master owns my soul,
And drives his thoughts into mine.
When I leave these confines
For a brief existence,
I must come back,
For my master feeds me,
Clothes me,
Gives me purpose.
I live in a steel glass cage.
Far above the ground
Where birds fear to fly.
I try to hide what I have become
Behind trinkits and toys,
But color is leached from me,
Leaving me empty.
Enclosed in a trap of paper thoughts
That I willingly entered,
I question my thoughts,
My heart,
My soul.
I wander the halls
Following the footsteps of millions,
Failing in the midst of their glory.
