The list of things I cannot say
Is growing larger day by day.
Place my hand over my unceasing mouth,
Swallow back all those permanent words.
Keep them contained deep inside
Like a flock of restless, caged birds.
Someday I will set them free;
They will fly high for all to see.
Their cage is rusted from lack of use.
The lock is shut so very tight.
But I have fed them these long years,
Holding onto the hope of a future bright.
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