Whether it was a question or just a story I was never sure. Yet there's one thing I know without a doubt: the answer has changed.
And I never felt so close to the story before.
"A bird trapped in a gilded cage.
Spread your wings and fly away.
Crack a smile or turn your face,
One of these is just a phase.
Drown in riches,
Freedom waits,
Would you open up those gates?"
A straight up answer, no thinking twice. Freedom.
Or so it was years ago.
Freedom is nice while you have a place to go to. But I've gotten used to the supposed cage. I've accepted its comfort. And it has accepted me.
I can hear the rain pounding outside the window. It waters the plants, helps them grow, keeps them alive. But give them too much and all you'll see is just another withered flower. I close the curtains. I choose to be here. I choose to stay.
They feed me. They take care of me. They do as I please. I have got no reason to leave. I have never found the world outside particularly interesting anyway. I loosen the hair from its usual style, letting it down after another long day. I wonder how it would sway in the outside wind and scold.
Don't think of me as the prisoner of the cage. Think of the cage as the prisoner of me. Inanimate, it stands helplessly and hopelessly against me. Yet I don't dare fight it. It protects me. It keeps me safe. Safe is free.
I have got no reason to leave.
I have got no reason to run.
"As the sky outside darken,
You still have the light.
But you already know;
It won't be alright."
The once blinding gold now soothes me. Unbreakable. It teaches me. I strive for its delicate strength. I yearn for its never ending beauty. And it lets me.
They look at me. I know they do. The blue bird in the gilded cage. How could they not? But they can't see what I see. Most see the wealth, the wonderful flawless life you can live by having all the money in the world. The few left pity me, the reason to that as if erased from my mind.
I laugh at them. I laugh at them all.
They can't comprehend.
I don't want them to.
Chosen by the cage, I'm the only one worthy. Like the rain to a delicate flower, it waters me, helps me grow. It's keeping me alive.
…But am I already just another withered flower?
And thinking this, I already know – time will come and this answer either won't last long.
"Hit pause,
You are the ref-"
Hair back in two buns I tighten the curtains to make sure they stay closed. All things eventually come to an end. I crack a smile. This one – just not yet.
"Save yourself, preserve the clef! !"
Not sure exactly where it came from or what genre it's supposed to be XD Also, I know I'm probably not the only one who used the idea of a bird in a gilded cage, but I felt like writing it anway. Hopefully it wasn't too awful.
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