On hope's lame wings I fly
And smash against the glass
And slide along the light
And hit the floor
And lie there shocked
By what I did not see before
I was not free at all
I saw when I awoke
The cage was larger than I thought
I thrashed about and wept
And scuttled to a dark corner
Where eagerly I slept
Aching to recover
My lame wings of hope
For I have no other
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