Trapped

Trapped in a box
in a chest
with a lock
living your life
at the tick of a clock

Choosing which knife
that will cut through the night
and which one might spark
and give you some light

Giving you a reson to fight
to give it all with all your might
not caring about the mountain or even its height
to let it loose and fly high like a kite.

                                                                     -Lady Ink