To be so young.
To be entramped.
To be a strangled sappling.
I feel a cage;
Bars of youth.
How can I break away.

When I was young
The cage was big.
I did not mind cold bars.
But, now I feel
Restraining chains.
How can I break away.

I'm sure that when,
I've grown away.
I'll miss the quiet cage.
But now, all I ask is this,
How can I break away