Caged

Am I the bird in flight, or am I the cage,
Enclosing my world in steel, silent rage?
Perhaps I am both, the foundation and the bound,
Yearning for freedom, yet the door cannot be found.

My wings, once strong, now clipped by fear's embrace,
My feet tethered to earth, longing for open space.
In this prison of metal, a paradox resides,
Protection or confinement, where truth hides.

From dawn till dusk, I remain confined,
Moving, yet never leaving the cage behind.
Within these walls of my own design,
I search for escape, a path to find.

The cage offers refuge from the chaos outside,
A semblance of happiness, a comforting tide.
Yet amidst the safety, a yearning stirs deep,
To soar beyond boundaries, where dreams sleep.

I've yearned to spread my wings and take flight,
But the cage holds me back, veiling my sight.
Fear of the unknown, fear of what could be,
Keeps me tethered to what I cannot see.

Yet in the quiet of night, I ponder and dream,
Of a life unencumbered, of a limitless stream.
For if I were to break free from this cage,
Would true freedom await, or an uncertain stage?