More bird, less cage

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

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