CAGED

I have stood at this window many a times

I stand in the wee hours of the morning

When the world in a dream remain

At these times I feel I alone am in this place

No one but eve

No Adam and no other to tell my stories to

I have made many decisions at this window

Cleared up many of my confused thoughts

Now once again I stand

Looking at the other nigh walkers as they walk by

Totally oblivious to my presents

I see them but they do not see me

For them I do not exist, my cage keeps me hidden from them

I am a caged bird

Not like Maya ‘s caged bird

This one has lost its voice

Unable to sing or to let its present be know

Someday this cage I will escape

But for now I will stand at my window

And look at the passers by