The Cage

I can fly

High upto a tree

With a piece of pie

Because I am free.


But soon I have a feeling

That something is wrong

And something is sending my freedom

To sing a song


Then there I was

In that cage

For a certain cause

But it made me rage.


Soon thereafter

My feelings changed

I was no more feeling

That I am caged.


The cage appeared

A far distant

It then vanished

In an instant


It was here

It was there

It was whenever

They didn’t care.