Birdcage Religion

So slowly I'm losing

Who I’ve sworn to be.

A promise in pencil

That years have made so hard to read.

I’ve spent my life building walls

Brick by brick and bruise by bruise...

A birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep.

But time is spinning silk

That coils ruthlessly;

With the devil’s patience,

Tt binds my hands so quietly

That soon it becomes a part of me.

So soften these edges and straighten out my tie.

And help me remember

The hope that I have compromised.

Please be a broken record for me.