Being Caged Poem by phillip seymore

m caged and confined when words bind in my mind i feel good and evil are intertwined like my world is heaven and hell combined cause life is a grind cause with friction causes sparks to align cause when the world takes wind and unwinds it proves to be unkind cause evil and pain shrivel up ur spine and your attitude becomes redefined and the contract with god has to be resigned cause my definition of life has yet to be defined it seems good was left behind so let me rewind and underline the term we forgot good times its a treasure hard to find cause shades cover our eyes like ray where blind cause we refuse to see the signs the words between the lines its hard to see at times but take out the white and the black it starts to be refined then pull yourself back the words start to align cause being happy is a gift its jobs to up lift and with it and a little bit of help and assist your goals are hard to miss as long as u dont shift cause thats when u drift and like a car on ice u just may hit but u have help when u slip but u job to lift and stitch when life rips but you do have the energy to pick yourself up when u feel yourself trip