A prison of my own
My head is in a tiny cage that sits on my shoulders. I peer out through the bars and wonder what the work is like ‘out there’. What wonders am I missing out on locked inside this prison.
Sometimes I shake my head, banging it against the bars as I do. I think ‘maybe I can escape this way’ but I never do.
Oh how I long to be out there in the world.
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