Are u caged?...please let go

(For those who still remain in their comfort zone when the door of freedom and opportunity is wide open)



Every day I passed his cage,

I listened to him sing his song.

Though he sang with beauty,

He was not where he belonged.



His plumage was stunning.

His cage was made of gold.

I thought, what a sad place,

For simply growing old.



I quickly opened the door,

His eyes shone with fire.

I could see he remembered

He burned with desire.



He slowly crept forward,

Moving closer to the door.

But suddenly he stopped,

And he would go no more.



I tried to coax him out.

I spoke to him of flight.

I told him that as a bird

It was his natural right.



I became more surprised

The lovely bird began to speak.

He said he once knew freedom,

And no longer could he seek.



He had flown before,

Though now lived in a cage.

I tried to offer comfort,

His fears I could not assuage.



He said he made his peace.

His needs were being met.

Why worry about the rest?

It was best just to forget.



Yes, said I, but what of joy

And the beauty of the air,

The wind in your wings,

The sky, blue and clear?



All the flowers to taste,

Their nectar on your tongue.

Wouldn't you sing sweeter,

If you could bask in the sun?



Maybe so, he replied,

But that is not to be.

I stay here by choice

This cage is my security.