I know not why the caged bird sings

Passing out in the middle of a conversation about Leonardo Da Vinchi`s gay lover.  What skin I`m in.  When I look at the necktie image, the sleek physique and well groomed man before me, a smirk. I`ve got the backstory:

A grubby bum in beard and Borneo. 
Mountains crisp and white and clean
Bamboo flute under the moon
Freedom is a curious thing

Nora dora neko killa'
A wild raoming Tom I be
And twistin' language to my will
T`express the rhymes inside of me

Mother ocean hiss and shoosh me
Juanlito`s eyes are mirror-ing
A lovebird on its own is hopeless
I know not why the caged bird sings

Nor why to me
A peace
It brings.