I sit here shackled, enslaved in my cages
Some I can snort
Some I can chow on
I made them myself
And I’ll live here from now on
I need them, they help me to contain all my rages
So be a good sport
So be a good brother
Don’t rattle my cages
Why don’t you go save another
I’m fine and yet longing for the turning of pages
With no day in court
With no way of escape
The cage door swings open
My feet frozen, my mouth hangs agape
Will I find my peace at last, sitting with sages?
Is that a dream of some sort
Or will enlightenment come?
Or is the place where I’m going
Just back to the dust where I’m from?
But that’s not the lesson we’ve learned through the ages
I have a report
I have some good news
Life is our ally
Come on, there’ve been so many clues.
Humanity barrels toward the next stages
So you might retort
That it’s just getting worse
But have faith as your doctor
And know hope as your nurse