I wanna escape this golden cage
No more I am a sage
It’s suffocating
Depression so throttling
I rot in the bed whole day
Working some hours and crying the rest
I miss when I was at my best
Now it just feels like I am a waste
There’s no jest
Even if it is
No sign of a chance
That is credible
Not choking in throat but gulpable
I wanna escape this golden cage
No more I am a sage
It’s so frustrating
Eating me up this agitation
Not so weak
But not so strong either
These jackets of leather
Mean less to my thoughts that gather
Nothing fascinating from inside
Outside though shimmering through sunshine
But you can notice those spots
Darkened by haze of hopelessness
And the rising restlessness
I wanna escape this golden cage
No more I am a sage


