The Words Of Great Pain

I'm caged

On a thousand customs

Corrupted and polluted

By fumes,

But still my heart

Leaps up, and I let out

The spring song through

My silent lips.

My patience has run out,

I must set about packing

My suppressed delights, and

I'll take off.

I must cast away the tissue

Of worsened laws and

I must go after the joy infinite.