Bitter Sweet Cage
feeling like a man with a low income wage
am locked in a cage
was i locked?
or did i lock myself?
feeling like i cant leave?
do i wanna leave?
sometimes it feels comfortable,
other times its unbearable,
but i cant leave,
or i dont try to leave,
at times the cage can be called home,
other times i feel like a prisoner,
under the dome!
why wount i leave?
i must leave.
i think i love her and our relationship,
at times it just feels like am caged,
filled with rage,
i gotta leave
leave i tell you!!!
but wait, calm down, breath.
fill at home she says,
like a parrot in a cage.
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