LIVING IN THE COMFORTABLE CAGE

Cage, throw-out all age,
I am inside a red tunnel, where light passes through;
but air still blows, yes it does grow.
Break free the confirmed cage of limitless conditions
Even I try Even I try Even I try
hard enough;
it’s cage of dirty wooden shape
consoles me to create—
I hear laugh, I hear scream,
I hear every single whisper in loud and deem.
Are you my lost red tunnel
In Miami?
Or are you the red long tunnel that burns
inside me!