Caged

To the cage you bind me,

my body,

not my soul of course,

To the bird who wanders in the head,

I let you free to bind with nature and not me,

cause I am bound to a cage where I don’t want to put you,

the bird who is my soul.

You know a portion of my memory,

where I see life, love and colors,

a portion of my memory,

which is dark and filled with sadness,

both resides inside my head,

a dead body I am,

a small coffin my cage is,

but I have a warm heart ,

which is deep and true ,

I am just a corpse in a coffin who’s heart is still beating,

beating for the freedom,

for a good tomorrow,

and every tomorrow I hope,

that there is still a tomorrow!!!