The Prisoner

I live within a small dark space You hardly ever see my face Beneath me there are things that turn What they are I hope to learn I've been a prisoner all my life I've not had children or a wife I cannot even move around 'coz I am most securely bound Once in a while I get to see out of this prison that holds me I feel it starting, must prepare for my next view of what's out there My little prison starts to vibrate No longer will I have to wait Now the closed doors open wide At last, another look outside I'll call for help in that strange land and perhaps someone will understand It is the one thing I can do The time has come, I yell ... "Cuckoo"