Saturday, April 4, 2026 
Inspiration
Peace
At Least my cage is filled with light
I have a cage
It’s called a stage
When I’m let out
I run about
And sing and dance and sweat and yell
I have so many tales to tell
I like to push things to the edge
And Inch my way along the ledge
I feel Like God, I feel like shit
The paradox, an even split
It’s just a job, I always say
I should be grateful everyday
Sometimes I think I just can’t do it
But I persist and I get through it
And I console myself each night
At least my cage is filled with light
-Madonna
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