The Zoos Shave All the Animals

I've never written a poem at work before though...


Caught up in your world of lies.
You want me to see things through your eyes.
A bitter touch, I loose my sight.
The bleakest day. My blackest night.

My finger tips are feeling raw.
From clinging on, for what’s in store.
I loose myself, myself once more,
Please lift me up again in awe.


Cos I want to be free.
Like the song birds in the early morn.
To dance the streets at the break of dawn.
I want to be me.
Not trying to take some other form.
To be the person I was born to be.


Hmm. That's a bit depressing for this time of the afternoon.