Feeling really empty now,
But I don’t think it’s hunger.
Feeling all of twenty-five,
And wishing I were younger.

Caught by Love in a gilded cage,
To serve my current term.
Bound by bars unbent by rage,
To keep myself from harm.

A swift escape, my single wish,
I contemplate each night.
I punch and kiss with shackled wrist,
Which fight will give me flight?

At times the guard,
Loves own cruel self,
Will display the world,
Or someone else.

I can not touch,
Bound as I am,
This lust so much,
For a single man.

I twist and turn, but am held fast still.
I’m changed by this, and lose my will.
I lose the world,
And someone else,
Because Love first made me lose myself.