They robbed it from my comfort

They wrenched it from my grip

It’s in the past, quite far away,

A memory about to slip.

It left, leaving me caution

The scenery from view.

Escapes and wonder it provided-

The magic that they slew.

The pathway disappears

In the distance far behind.

I watch from my cages’ perch

With just one question:



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