I am well fed and cared for so I can't complain,
Yet there is one thing missing that I can't explain,
The only thing I was born for that I couldn't do,
This despair I am so used to feel, Doesn't seem at all new..
Find the silver lining in life you say,
In retrospect, I found one, during the day,
I can see the sky from my cage at least,
My friends flying around while I peck at my usual feast,
Of insects, and seeds that my captive refills twice,
But I'm sure hunting for my own food would feel so much nice,
Maybe I would have had a family, maybe I would have laid eggs,
Maybe my munchkins would have hatched and walked around with little legs,
Until the wings came out and they were taught to fly,
So what if they weren't like the wings of a butterfly..
Time passes while I daydream like this,
A lifetime of wishes,of moments that I miss,
My wings are rusty,I outgrew my cage,
I used to feel angry but I outgrew my rage,
What's the point of having wings that can't flutter when you want,
What's the point to keep hoping that you will ever live a life that you can't?
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