The Cage

Inside a castle,

Encased by four walls,

You sit, without a hassle,

A worry, not a thought of the pressing matter of the walls.

We long for safety,

For a warmth, an endless beam of memories,

A bird inside a cage,

For when the cage is safety,

Matter of factly,

Then we sit, for memories.

Memories, a lie existent to encage.

For one must seek to find the egress,

For one must brake,

Crack, and stress,

To find the safety fake.

For when the cage is safety,

Why leave?

For when are homes a cage,

We sleep,

And everyday we live,

Inside,

A soul trapped within a cage.

A urge for freedom,

But…

One must find the metal,

The endless bars that are upon us,

The key to the lock, that hides behind a squeaky door,

The egress of the cage.

The window to the light.

Now look around to gaze, and see,

For no one know how a cage must look inside.