Caged

Golden, shiny, polished, my cage is gild in hope. I try not to fall, but it's such a slippery slope. I could stop now, it's not to late to turn back. With my heart in tow, I'd get my life back on track. Oh, how I'd try! But what good would it do? While I'd stop wanting to cry I'll never stop wanting to see you. Life would be boring, a book with no plot! I'd be alone in my cage, with no key in the lock.