The world’s a cage
I, trapped in it
Trapped around conventions
Dreams, snatched and locked
Future, bound and dark
Hope, feels like an ugly word now
I do not hope to get out
.
Belief, though
Belief, is a beautiful word
With miserability, helplessness, negativity, comes hope
With conviction, dedication, perseverance, comes belief
I believe I can escape.
I believe I will.
Reply:
And one day,
The belief will come true
You’ll escape
Only to be brought down again
You’ll try to fly
They’ll cut your wings
You’ll try to run
They’ll break your legs
You’ll try to climb
They’ll pull you down
And one day,
The belief will come true
You’ll escape
Only to be brought back to the cage
And you’ll be trapped forever
In this delusion of escaping someday
Belief is an ugly word as well, my friend..
ambikeshsharma 