Diaspora by True Blue James

I feel like a cage that's Seeking a bird
And the ink on my page has run out of words
It feels like my feathers, my fur and my fins
Have been stretched into to leather and not into kin

The crickets are soothing me after the rain
The Holden is cruising too fast in my lane
If I'm not the future if I'm not the past
Then what is it that you are if the present is a farce

I need a story
To put me in my place

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