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Trapped like a bird in a gilded cage
I look around with building rage
Peer through the bars at the world beyond
Then remember the cage of which I'm still fond
The cage tries to hold me, the world still calls
But what sort of danger lurks outside these walls?
All I must do to get out is open the door,
But once I leave I can't go back any more.
I don't know if I would give up this much to be free,
But I know I have to get out and be me.
I want to try my wings and fly away
But part of me still wants to stay.
My cage is familiar, comforting, secure
I don't know what to do; I'm so unsure.
So I resign myself to the cage again
And try not to think about what might have been
8/31/2005 1:06 am
Powerfull,but looking from outside the cage in is a sad sight.|
A trapped beautiful bird,where it can't spread it's stunning wings,where no one can reach her and tempt her to push open that damn door.We can only look on and offer support,maybe help her understand what's on the outside isn't so scary after all.
2/5/2006 1:55 am
SAME !!! OMG I USE MUSIC, A TRIP TO THE DESERT, AND SOME SUBSTANCE MY CAGE IS MY UNDERSTANDING I CANT REALLY HAVE MY CAKE AND EAT IT WITHOUT HURTING MY CAKE (it's nice cake) so i think i'll leave my cake home and try see how i go and hope my appreciation for my cake grows. ha thats plan A,if I can't get over it, plan B tell cake about plan A and possibly eat cake. Thanks for the cage thought as I think of my indecision and the exact part of my life it affects its a relief to read the words you wrote and just feel the same, cheers|