How many of us are as free as a bird,
locked in a cage they don’t know it
they flap their wings as if going somewhere
yet going nowhere,
they see the sun, in between the vertical bars
yet are afraid to venture from within the cage
freedom is relative – I guess
as long as they get their morning plate of seeds
and few drops of water
freedom is relative?
ashamed I sit and write,
continuing on this loosing fight,
my enemies frustration and boredom
I wonder how long this time?