Breaking Loose

A terracotta cage Holding in my roots. Creeping little tendrils, Trying to get lose. Oh there is water And there’s dirt. There is light to help me Grow. But someday, yes someday. You just gotta let me Go. I’m reaching for the Light. I’m reaching for the Stars. Although I know you’re right. My heart is telling me you Aren’t. To the terra cotta cage, That’s holding in my roots. “Bettter watch out.” Because I’ll be Breaking loose.