The Gorilla

The Gorilla

Sad gorilla in a cage.

Sad gorilla, so sad is being a sad gorilla that can’t run free.

So big is the world beyond your bars.

So big is everything you can’t see, so big, huge, you could be.

But there’re no rivers for you, no trees,

no cold rain drops to feel falling on your skin on a fever day

or,  your thirst, to kill.

Only being sad, only that…

That’s all you know about being in your small cage,

a place that lacks everything.

Where there’s no space for dreams,

no space for you,

my big black sweet gorilla;

no space  for me.