The birds in a gilded cage
Have forgotten to sing.
They tell me that they won’t fly away
Even if I opened the cage door for them.
‘We are safe and comfortable,
What more could we want?
We are fed well and taken care of.
The world outside is scary and unpredictable.
Why would we risk it all to venture out?’
They have a point,
And I understand the inertia of rest
They have submitted their whole existence to
But I am a bird of a different feather.
I would not trade my freedom to fly
For anything in this world.
Though there are days
When the storms ruffle my feathers.
And I feel like
I might drop dead from the sky,
Still-
I fly, I fly, I fly.
And hope that one day
A tiny fledgling will see my flight
And choose the sky over a gilded cage.
Have forgotten to sing.
They tell me that they won’t fly away
Even if I opened the cage door for them.
‘We are safe and comfortable,
What more could we want?
We are fed well and taken care of.
The world outside is scary and unpredictable.
Why would we risk it all to venture out?’
They have a point,
And I understand the inertia of rest
They have submitted their whole existence to
But I am a bird of a different feather.
I would not trade my freedom to fly
For anything in this world.
Though there are days
When the storms ruffle my feathers.
And I feel like
I might drop dead from the sky,
Still-
I fly, I fly, I fly.
And hope that one day
A tiny fledgling will see my flight
And choose the sky over a gilded cage.
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