I'm a bird trapped In a wall less cage
One with a lock where I have the key
One I can get out of that doesn't hurt me
But it is not a victimless getaway
While I may be free to go as I please
Wall less ness is only a tease
I am here of my own desire
I came with the thought of a wonderful escape
I took what I wanted as I started to shape
I made the cage myself
From wall less walls of faith and desire
Because I made this my own empire
I am the eagle of this cage
The cage was built as a temple to me
It was a cage I wanted untill I wanted to be free
There is nothing higher then where I fly
I kept building with blocks of desire care an trust
But only succeeded in building a two sided window of love and lust
I'm from the opposite of love, I'm the wooden bird
I wanted to love to be significantly great
But now ive created a half hearted cage soon go be filled with hate
A bird longs to be free
I stare into what is outside
But I did look at things before they were to collide
My wings are catching two winds
Ive been gliding in the same path for what seems to be forever
Catching glimpses of the path I wanted almost never
But now it seems more than one wind had got my wings
I've now to only fly or watch as it dies
I'm looking for anything to use as a disguise
But I am the eagle
I must be proud of my path I take
When winds catch my wings I shall escape
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Most traps are of our own making. Escape. Nice write.