I met this girl a few days ago –
She reminded me of me
Said she’d learnt to sing all on her own,
Grown wings to set herself free
You know that one. . . about how the caged bird sings?
I had almost forgotten that tale
But I keep getting reminded quite often these days
Try to imagine – but to little avail
It’s just that I’ve never really done well with confinement
Caged bird, how sweetly you sing . .
Maybe one day we’ll meet out in the vastness of the sky
Barter stories of shackles – that no longer sting.