Caged

She is digging the grave of her own.
She piles the bricks, without a moan.
Above she sees the pillars so strong,
She knows that they would last too long.

She smiles and builds up her own cage
She knows it, yet no trace of rage
The cage is a tide of their comfort zone
While her euphoria drowns, leaving her all alone.

And the moon was gone, adn the stars above --
And the tress where sat the little dove.
Above she sees the pipes so strong--
She knows that they would last too long.

Too long to demolish desires and hopes, to be lost
To burn them on fire and imprison in the unbitten frost
And the people laugh, harder than ever
The moon, the sky, brings them no pleasure.

Do they not dream to touch the sky?
She thinks as within the growing cage she lies.
Above she sees the wood so strong
She knows that they would last too long.

And as it rains, her eyes open wide
the nature she adores
The concrete, she knows, will soon hide
The leaves of the tree shall bear raindrops, no more.

Once and for all she rushes away from the crowd--
she drenches and screams her wails, out loud;
hear the echo for one last time,
But soon the echo was turned into a whine.

nowadays, to the passersby, the echo remains unheard
No time to stand and stare at the caged bird
Too busy to look through the building, so dull
For them its just " another brick in the wall"

~~~ 4.4.08 ~~~