Why do the spaces in between the blue lines, stay white
Why can't I demand my pen "take flight"
Even when I try with all my might
Just like wingless birds trapped in a cage
My feelings of joy and rage
Stay put where they're safe
They stay quiet, against my will
If it was up to me they'd break free
force themselves out
Like water triumphing a damn or,
Gently and soothingly spilling
themselves out,
like oil
For I want them to scream,
I want them to sing
As loud as they can
Until the cage breaks...
And they're free
Finally free, for all to see
For all to admire and understand
The beauty in their rage
And the beauty in their joy
But that's what would happen
If it were up to me
And until then
I'll just keep questioning:
"Why do the spaces in between the blue lines
stay white ?
Why can't I demand my pen "take flight"?"
