The SignBehind bars--they're rusty--Caught in this dusty square trap.I gaze toward the outside, but too many peek within,Amused. Like leeches,They cling on to the metalWith their ever-trampling ignorance.Never again will I behold that gentle touchNever again that love, that care,Never again the vibrant greens.But the sign wont say this.I am not saved, I am lostIn this alien world of dust.Dust, ropes, iron, and dust.It's all I know but not what I wish to remember.Im cared for but not loved,Alive, but dead as the dirt around me.I come from the green but live in the brown.I am not myself.But the sign won