The Clipped Wing

The world flows and ebbs in perfectly flowing lines

Nothing too tight , nothing to right

The box has been built

The colors have been drawn

Step wrong and you can be withdrawn

Brought back

Lines reset

The trap set

The bird caught

The wings clipped

Strapped in

The heart

The heart

It beats with in

Pound for pound

Breath by breath

The pretty bird

Rises from the confines

With purple ash blowing off its chest

The pretty bird spills only one tear

Realizing,

How close

How airless

The prism of society is

As it strapped it down

Made it unable to squeal with happiness

As it feels the breeze,

The breath

The breath that only freedom can provide a bird

That is you and me

that has only one need

Only one need

And that need is to be free.