Don’t cage me, as born was I to soar

To narrate tales of wonderland

To sing to the robin and play the harp

Don’t cage me in the books

which would get me material gains

As born was I when the hands of light wrote a ballad on the chest of the earth

I was born to rhyme, born to sing 

Don’t cage me as I often look at the empty silent dark lanes

The whistles of a stranger and the clinking of cycle bells

They now remain with me, as me

~ Boy by the Window