The caged bird sings <br />dreaming of freedom <br />from cramped wings <br />and broken things <br />it sings of being free <br />from <br /> what <br />to be a part <br />the crowd the man <br />closes his eyes demanding <br />quiet peace and <br />try it <br />just a second <br /> <br />stop <br /> <br />to think <br />to feel <br />to dream again <br />my friends my friends <br />I'm crowded and <br /> <br />all gone and now <br /> <br />the <br />wasted land again <br />the sand again <br />alone and free <br />too free to be I need <br />again <br />to be <br />again <br />with people <br />searching <br />scraping <br />an oasis far away and <br />back again to drink and slake <br />my thirst and then <br />away again <br /> <br />Why can't we be <br />content with now <br />and then this place and time is perfect when <br />you stop to look and just enjoy <br />the joy the pain the fear the tears <br />it's all a mess <br />a perfect mess <br />stop <br /> <br />running away and just accept <br />don't leave again <br />remember when <br />you were here with me <br />this time and place <br />the smile your face <br />yes that smile! <br />the - wait! I can't just wait <br />for you it's all too soon <br />we move too soon <br />we move too fast <br />and zen is right here <br /> <br />Waiting<br /><br />Jericho Jak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/again-89/
