As I've grown, I have not shed my cage
I have only seen it grow to accommodate my wings
I can fly high, I can fly free, but only as my cage allows
It's bittersweet, knowing I have not escaped a cage that I wish to eagerly to leave
And so I look between the slits between bars
And I see another side, undeterred by any possibilities
I am not the same bird I was, and yet this cage suffocates, it persists and endures
And if it's my own doing, I've gone unsure
You will tell me I'm free to go, that I have no tethers or chains
But I see the bars close in as I try to fly high and free
It's no longer a matter of where, but what I am allowed to do
Before I feel those wires, bring me back home.
