Is it true that a cage has four walls?
mine seems to stand with many more,
like a maze which a sweet breeze
sometimes dances through.

Swaying petals guide me through darkness,
down a hall and down another,
towards light seeping,
through a hole in the tough exterior.

As they slink through I crouch to peer at the light,
but am blinded, dazzled,
instinct overrides and I need to leave,
but I am unsure if the light is golden from heaven or the fires of hell.