Gold cage

by Muran   Mar 28, 2012


You must be preparing to be a caged bird,
A gold cage with your choice of bird must be waiting for you,
A new world of posh and polish will surround you,
You will be the queen bird with everyone praising you always,
You may have everything you dreamed, except freedom,
But you could compromise that to enjoy the luxury of life,
I now realize why you flew away from my shoulder,
I have nothing to offer, other than freedom
of life, thought, independence, love and passion,
But my shoulder is free for you to land anytime you wish.

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