Your cage is what you make it. If you decorate it. It goes by faster. Goes quick laughter. Permeates the carnage. Laying out in sunlight. At daybreak oh. Daybreak oh. Oh. You look cute in plastic. My existence drastic. And lake of flowers. Burning flowers. Try to make it faster. Crayons in the laughter. A screen of gel. Patient hell. Call it what you want dear. I call it "fear". And I am an expert. Laying out brick by brick. Call it what you need to. I left behind reason. Faith I take I faith I take I