Breaking Rules of Confinement

reloading... umm.. birds/people, its all the same

Life is but a gilded cage

Yet I’m doomed to have my wings clipped

 

My eyes water at the thought of sunlight

My hands fold themselves

As the people from the museum proceed to look

Right through me

Right between me and my scaly skin

Another night of birdseed and water

And I’m good to go

Because if cookie dough and ice cream is poison

Then I’m injecting

Because one more night of you on my thoughts

Spells out your demise

In that spindly lettering like on the sides of packages

-FRAGILE

Yeah, think about that next time you tap on the glass

-DON’T FEED THE ANIMALS

Because we’ll overeat

And become a mini-America, if you will

I stare at the same spot in the mirror

Maybe thoughts of my reflection

Might override yours

Someone calls my name through the hallway

I’m only half listening as the whispers turn to shouts

I’m going to attempt not turning around

Just see if that gets me past the gate

Outside the doors

With their little latches

For little fingers

 

If life is a gilded cage

Then my wings have already been clipped

Because somehow, my world has already flipped

Not to mention

My ankles are being nipped

By the invisible cat

With your eyes

What ever happened to bittersweet goodbyes

But I guess you were too caught up in your own network

Of lies

 

“The catch has got to be here somewhere”