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Zoo Imprisoned Zebra
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Regret (A Must've Been) I regret being caught by you.
Having tasted this small, empty cage life through the years makes me ill.
I'm not happy.
You see, regret is a powerful drug that is both tastefully addicting yet sickening regurgitating it all out.
I always remember all the great things about freedom and upset that I don't have it anymore.
Never again will I be able to run freely as the wind chases me.
Or to commune with other fellow zebras
or to feed to my heart's desire.
Or even to play frivolously as the sun beats down my black and white stripes.
Now I'm fed rations while onlookers outside stare amazed at a sight of poor me.
I have limited space to move around.
I seldom have any company with me.
I lay down and cry.
These memories I once had are tantalizing me for the past.
That freedom is gone and the memory of it is still within me.
Looks like I'll die alone behind a cage of sorrow yearning to procure what is lost...
Beautiful piece not only about the zebra being caged and loss of its personal freedom,but analytically, how much are we ourselves caged in a mechanized age, observing one another often, caging up our creativity by electronic routine,another thing that could bring personal sorrow. A look in memory to past artisans who had free reign on their creativity and how they went about it no different then the zebra ran happy and free with its own group...Outstanding piece.....