Updated: May 25, 2020

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?

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