
The book that was lying there waiting to be read
had all the great things great men ever said
he never had the courage to turn through the pages
to all the more realise the density of cages
that held him so long he forgot to live
was so much in taking never thaught to give
only if he had lessened the load
only if he had taken the road
things could have changed beyond his perception
life would have given him less of deception
now that he sits with flash backs of past
there arent any good memories to last
gathering himself he walks through the door
feeling his weakning grip on the floor
frail & hopeless he picks up the book
he finally opens & takes a look
to only realise it has no words
just an image of a small little bird
on every single page waiting to fly
flip it & the bird breaks a hook to rise sky high
the hook may be different,result is the same
birds we are with different names
some fly high some get caught
difference lying in the way we fought
If you were born you have to die
dont ask god the question why ?
choice is yours a cage or a tree
freedom actually never comes for free !
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