To reiterate- this was from before I started to realise that I may be autistic.

I had a spell of severe depression and ended up writing this fairly quickly out of nowhere. Looking at them again I think there are plenty of clues I was getting very near to knowing. The cage in this context is the outside pressures and the mask, not the autism itself.

Head down in the light Back down from the fight There’s freedom in retreat Taking off the beat

Hope’s thin right now A bold spin somehow

She’s coasting in the cage Broken from the rage This woman I can save Save this woman

Time turns the table A token of your turn Avoid at your peril Feeling what you learn

Hope’s thin right now A bold spin somehow

She’s coasting in the cage Broken from the rage This woman I can save Save this woman in vain This woman in pain