Uncaged Birdsong

I find no accord of body, spirit


With the uncaged bird that sits and sings

As the cage’s door swings gently on a melody from within.


Fly, for your wings were made for this

Free yourself, for you were born reside where chains cannot hold you

Venture, journey, explore,


Be alive,

Correct the days your choices were relieved of their powers

And your powers were displayed as nothing more than a blueprint

Of a thing not yet created

Be, what you were designed to be

And leave your cage!

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