I Also Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

I wonder what I’ll regret when I get old . . .

An inclining creeps up

That what I won’t regret

Is all of the nights going out for drinks with friends

Or all of the dates

Or all of the sex

But what I might regret

Is

All

Of

The

Nights

Spent

At home

Alone

Doing nothing

But scrolling through my phone

While watching a meaningless show

And another inclining hits me

That I’ll regret

Working the jobs

That I couldn't stand

Hours

Days

Years

Decades

Just

Pissed away

At a thankless job

I don’t want to stay in my home

Night after night

Going to bed early

And waking up early

I don’t want that life

And yet

It is a pattern

And a comfort

That I’ve fallen into

“Singing songs of his own cage . . .

Will the door hangs open . . .

Daring the canary

To take flight . . .

But

He sits still

On his perch

Embracing

His comfort

In his cage . . .

It’s no wonder his song’s sound so sad.”

-C.H.