Updated: May 25
When your gilded cage shines, do you feel happy inside?
Does the wind against your barred soul take you for a ride?
Or build a feeling you cannot hide?
But which one you know not.
Should you laugh or should you cry?
You cannot glide on the jet stream,
Or fly over trees;
Nor feel the wind beneath your wings,
Or frolic in the breeze.
So what good’s in sun & shining?
What’s wind but a drive-by snide?
When bars block your breadth.
No room to take flight
To reach your height.
What good’s a golden gilded life?