When a bird was freed from cages,
he soar high, flapping his wings
with all might.
The bird fell,
and now worn-out.
He got tired as his rest
only comes at night.
The sky was once his
solace
– his safest haven,
but not now that he realized
that the sky is a bigger cage,
and the wind is an inescapable
chain.
He couldn't move freely,
as he is once a prisoner
and will always be
imprisoned.
- 061220
