Strange it may not seem
a bird in a cage,
if it could fly it may intervene

The bird, you see, must be suppressed
to help maintain order,
They say it's for the best

Living to please the ones with the key,
Follow the rules,
and maybe then, you'll be set free

Can't help but feel that something is missing
Things may change
if you just sit, hoping and wishing

Once you're let out you feel out of place
It feels so foreign,
having all this space

Like the bird, I long for something more
To fly away,
and lose sight of the shore

Try to fly and I'd be constrained,
because I know a colorful life
is a life that needs to be tamed

Even free there's a certain road.
items on a conveyor belt,
with our own bar code

Becoming products of what they want us to be
just like the bird,
I am something unfamiliar to me