One False Move - Fast Times

Is a nest still a nest, when the nest is built from thorns?

Its a nest, nontheless, if it protects a young creature from the

Dangers of strangers, starvation and the cold

It may keep you warm, it may keep you safe

But what good is safe?

What good is safe when there’s no escape?

This nest was shared under the premise of «care»

One false move and your cut, so you fear

It may keep you warm, it may keep you safe

But what good is safe?

What good is safe when there’s no escape?

One day she’ll find a way to escape from the thorns that keep her

Prisoner inside

But a nest built from thorns is all she knows

And thorns will be the walls of her new home