The Escape Cage
He wanted what he wanted
Until he got it
Then didn't want it
So he could want it again when it was gone.
Each escape became a cage to escape.
Oh my dears, the fears, the tears, the years...
And then
When he was old enough to know
That he could know himself no older
He built the cage
Into a bicycle
And rode it all the way to China
Ringing the bell
He made for you.
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