Some are more cage, less bird
Though one day the bird will see
The bird complains and bristles at the cage holding them in, making them prisoner
Though one day they’ll see they’re both bird and cage
This is the truth, whispered, the two are one
And the bird may flutter and fluster at the thought, it is a difficult owning
‘I am the cage?!’
But once done, bars can melt and rusty locks crumble
More bird, less cage
More skyline
