Song of a Caged Bird

I woke up in a spell

Up with the morning dread

Drinking the dregs

Of all my regrets

The years hanging

Above my bed

I woke up in a screen

A pixelated dream

With nothing to choose

And hours to lose

Something was choosing

For me

In another life

We moved outside of time

No one to predict or direct

No trick mirror to inspect

I woke up in a club

A thousand bodies shook

Ain't no record except

My memory of it

Just an imprint

Under my skin

In another life

We moved outside of time

No one to predict or direct

My next thought or my next step

Or who I left behind

All the ghosts unkind

Or where I slept last night

Who to follow, who to like...

What kind of song would the caged bird be singing?

What kind of life would the caged bird be living?

Too strung out on the screen to see the true light

Flowers bending to the neon light...