"Gerbil"
For a year I’d been trapped in my cage,
All alone, not a friend or an enemy near;
Only Them, Those who kept me, and watched me, and fed me.
I’d die in that cage, it was clear.
As I ran in my wheel and I dreamt
Of the world; something real, something new, something clean…
I could see all the trees, I could feel the warm breeze
But I knew I was far from such green.
But at last I grew sick of that style of life
I should eat what I find in the grass, not a bowl,
I should drink from a pond, and be free just to wander.
If only I knew how it feels to be whole.
So when He came to feed me, I jumped on His arm
And I leapt from the drag of my world.
In a frenzy, I ran through the room and escaped
Just one breath of true life, then the images swirled.
When I woke, I was back on the bed of my cage
And I wondered if life is a dream.
Even now as I scratch at the glass with my paws
I remember the small piece of world that I’ve seen.
And I know that I’ll try to the day that I die
To escape and be free once again.
In that second I lived and I lived, If I’d died
I would not have known life till the end.
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