It seems so inviting,
The sky,
Wide and blue;
It calls me with open arms,
And yet I,
Refuse its embrace.
It's not like I,
Don't want to fly,
The closed-door holds me back.
I'm not chained,
Yet feel I am;
At times this feeling,
Gets the best of me.
It's just this cage,
And in it my lonely soul,
Through the bars, I can only see,
And not taste,
The freedom the sky seems to offer.
I wish to open my wings wide,
Fly and reach the horizon,
Soar to faraway worlds,
Play in the winds,
And just – be free...
My cage; it's made of gold,
And yet none would want to live within,
Or at least, not I,
Enjoying the way it protects me warmly,
From the monsters out there,
I still yearn for those cold and stormy skies,
Oh, what an ungrateful bird am I!
