Poetry of a Lifetime

Limits

As I sit here, dreaming of the world out there
feeling as if I were in a dark and lonely cage
and with the times like these I feel I can not repair
For knowing I am no sage, I have a rage

And as time continues to give lies and despair
I feel my life has become just another falling soul
Now knowing that id be owing so I could just be lonely
and here I am back again in the black sour hole