warm cage
tick tock
tick tock
dances on the wall above
a river of drool dampens the boys shirt
the tapping of a pen grinds on my nerves
the drone of voices with useless news
as another pink slip is handed out
for what?
how should i know, the prison guards always look for a reason
paper to pen
once a salvation
now only brings dread with the summon of bubbles and number two pencils
hallways coated in false cheer
as we mill about like cattle to slaughter
predict your future
when your only a child
bind it with stone and steel
and crush the hopes of change
with a steel schedule
cut the budget
kill the arts
stem is where its at
science and math are all that its worth
yet art its worth the heart
but you dont you worry my child
never fear the day
your sentence is almost over
your freedom awaits
and even if people scoff
and tilt their heads away
stand proud and tall
as you finally find your own way
