Fade from the Cage

Sadness doesn't seem to want you back,
Nor does laughter, you seem to talk smack
Every time either of these two comes near,
And now you cringe at them, they you fear.
Terror wont have anything to do with you,
And courage wouldn't stop even for a brew
Of the finest ale in all of the lands about;
It just happens that he's in the middle of a route.
But wouldn't it be grand to be accepted
For what you are, not just protected
As a mere means to an end? And end
That doesn't have any purpose? Offend
The meaning of your name with a foolish idea
That you couldn't escape from, like Syria
In a great tempest, a storm that's raging,
You were taken in by yourself; caging
The wonder of who and what you are
Will only lead to isolation, near and far.
Like a star is all alone in the depths of space
So also will you fade without a single trace.

                       Fade from the Cage, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012