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Trap in my own cage,

solid minerals forms of cylinders

deny me of my dream,

is dark in this cage I live in,

is cold everyday my body shivers

and I lost my brain,

I react the actions of cavemen,

lost my form of speech,

lost my sense to think,

only feel the rusty bars,

ruff at times slicing some of my flesh,

odor of humidity and stench of old meat,

I sit in a corner and begin to think,

but how can I,

if I lost my mind,

come out with a form to get out of this path,

so I see the sun in a blurry vision,

I see a hand heading my way,

a man with one key saying hello……..

I fall once again

dont have the energy to concentrate

so the images fade away

like ink on a paper getting wet,

in the ground looking up,

a voice saying……..

I rest open my eyes,

I see a way,

I am free, I am a dove,

I shall fly away,

with my hands remove the circular objects

that cause me not to have sight,

turn off the radio that controlled my mind,

hold the bars and snatch them away,

a great background,

images of a sail that was never there,

unplugged the unique and wise plug in

which odor it reads,

disillusion,

walk to regain speech and communicate,

go to the sun to warm my flesh,

regain my mind and begin to create,

trap in my own cage,

living a life simply on my head,

I saw dark so the designer gave me dark,

now I see the real things,

designer,

Ill take over for now,

I shall ask for your stencils please,

for I had the sight on mind,

yet never the mind to think and react