I could not measure justice nor what’s fair

When I was burning with  the fire of rage
Or speaking in a voice emotion bare
I did not find escape from my small cage

When I misused the knowledge of my age
And for another did not feel much care
I was burning  bright with  fire enraged

When I  with my  own mind did not engage
I could not   measure justice nor what’s fair
I could not find escape from my small cage

But when I saw the view from off the page
At this right angle  placed, I knew  to say:
I  shall not fight a friend ,when trapped in rage

Now I thank the metaphoric trade
Which symbolises feelings’ higher ways
I found   at last the exit from my cage

Looking  with the broad view of  child’s play,
I found the path   which seems to be my way
No longer burning with  the fires of rage
I  found escape from my unholy cage