WARRIOR

           

I face the city everyday.

Traffic, work, people, demands.

I keep it bundled inside.

The warrior in me.

It runs wild sometimes.

Asking to be set free.

My inhibitions keep it in its cage.

My afraid-ness the keys.

How I want to let it free.

The being cast in a million years.

Its painted face and spear.

How it helped us all survive.

The city says, keep it in the cage.

Oh, how I want it to be free...