was there ever any colour in
your world of black and white?
was there ever any sunshine to
accompany the night?
to see you cooped up inside
your office of sterile walls,
the vacant hum of machinery,
it makes no sense at all.
you deserve to be immersed
in birdsong and in rainbows,
feel your body sway back
and forth,
to the joyful strum of banjos.
but to watch you clip your wings
so you
forget what freedom feels like
is tragic.
unnatural.
I hope one day I’ll find that key
which unlocks your office-cage,
convince you just to fly again
with every colour in existence,
natural and man-made.
I hope one day I’ll find that key
and it will be enough for you to see
this is life,
the way it’s supposed to be.
hopeandwhispers 