COLORS.

un

caged

i often wonder,

what it's like to be a bird

soaring freely across the blue sky

with nothing but the help of their wings.

beyond the white curtains,

i see them,

how they flapped their little pinions

and chant a small tune,

with my chocolate orbs,

a gentle smile leaving my lips.

i'd ponder what it's like,

to be gliding,

untied and unbound,

what it's like to feel

the humid breeze on my cheeks.

i don't know why

i'm captivated by the mesmerizing you,

for i know i'd always prefer

those self-ruling animals,

than destructive humans like you.

for i know you were held captive,

not like those independent birds,

inside this prejudiced system,

of a fool wandering like a stray

in this huge, spiteful world,

lurking with money-grubbing and greedy humans.

i know,

for a moment,

you were like a peaked dove,

beating it's damaged wings,

trying to escape the iron bears around you,

that cages yourself into a gloomy aviary.