Random Thoughts of a Mind in Motion

Watching my life right now must be as depressing
As seeing a bird struggle frantically for freedom
Only to wind up breaking its own neck
On the very door that could have granted its escape.

That bird, much like myself, didn’t earn his imprisonment.
Never did he do anything catastrophic or evil,
He simply made a wrong turn towards a place that looked like home
And upon turning around, found himself frightened and lost.

No longer were the same doors open to him.
No longer could he fly freely as he pleased.
No longer were thoughts of family comforting.
No longer could he keep calm trapped in that foreign cell.

So Maya, I know the caged bird does NOT sing.
He wails and screams for help to come
Until he realizes that dream is long gone,
Or until he breaks his own neck trying to escape…