Martha Stewart Living

I hid myself from the sun and the moon
I already miss them before they're gone and through
I'd go out to the edge of the earth and feel the wind and the breeze
But quite honestly - I'm afraid of being blown back into the sea
I don't know if I could handle the waves pounding on me

I was born of the scraps of the earth where I live
Held together by sand and seaweed and sperm from a man
Made to breathe and make fire
And dance in air and walk on feet

But fragile I am, tired and beat
And I've made a place to go to get out entirely
Where the water is controlled
And the fire is contained
The beauty is contrived
The sky it is flat and its painted of solid white

My body reclines with my mind thats inactive
If I could think on my own I'd wonder away
Why things are so square in this circling world
While I hide in cages I've built for myself