Oh, you, the spectator!

You know, but it does not,

the bird in the cage.

What lies beyond this stage.

The stage of stillness,

And apparent comfort.

‘The comfort zone’

It’s an illusion,

Illusion of peace.

For growth doesn’t come without pain.

Without movement.

For how will the bird get to know?

About the mountains, waterfalls, the jungle

The ocean, lakes, and the capes of snow?

The joy of finding others like him,

perhaps on the other side of globe?

How tragic will it be?

If it dies within the cage.

Without ever knowing,

What it really missed.

Without ever realizing,

That it could’ve truly lived.

This one chance at life it got

Precious gift wasted.

Is life this cheap?

 

Do you think?

It will regret,

Exiting from there?

Even if it gets killed,

On its way?

It’s sad.

That the bird will never realize it,

Unless it takes the chance.

To grow the wings,

To fly.