as the trees in winter
and all your colors splinter
into shades of black and white
and caused a spotted blight
sit tight

If you are bare
as the hot desert sand
down to your last strand
your arms and legs pinned
don’t go chasing after the wind

If you are bare
as a blank page
sitting inside your cage
somebody’s clipped your wings
cut all your heartstrings
swing as the monkeys do
break free from the old you