There was a bird that grew up caged 
It didn't know it should be enraged 
It had seen other birds fly
Thought to it's self "they are going to die"
For from what it had lived and witnessed 
It thought they must have a sickness 
To make them fly 
Way up there in the sky
In it's cage it was quite content 
Never knowing what for, it's wings where ment
So it thought the other birds where more than bent

Are you like that little bird
Thinking that flying is quiet absurd
Are you locked in a cage of your own design 
Content to live your life so confined 
Take a closer look and open up your mind

© Pauline Russell