Inside the Outside

Inside the Outside

 

Dear little finch

In a stifling wire cage,

How you must long to be free.

Flitting from perch to perch,

Hoping for a change:

The very acme of insanity.

 

Cramped wings

And a song for the years

To be sung only from the trees.

Giving only feeble chirps

As on and on time wears

And freedom seems an impossibility.

 

But oh, little finch,

The door opens wide,

And you are given to the breeze.

The song at last is calling,

Coaxing you outside,

And straight into the tiger's teeth.

Dear little tiger

In a stifling iron cage,

How you must long to be free.

Prowling from stone to stone

Hoping for a change:

The very acme of insanity.