Some Birds Aren't Meant To Be Caged





Is this my only choice,
where I slowly head towards entropy ?
Am i not trapped in an hourglass,
like the sand, mindlessly moving with time?

Failing to raise my voice, 
am I not losing my identity?
Isn't this the tragic cry of a middle class,
Where saying you deserve more is a crime?

Where do you find peace in this noise ?
Has chaos become my reality ?
I am stuck at an impasse.
wanting to be free, yet caged , I have no spine. 

Schrödinger's cat is dead and alive and so am I , boys. 
Oblivious yet aware, have I reached the peak of insanity ?
Is this the time to unleash my wrath ?
Or do I wait for the world to recover and shine. 

The world is dying and we patiently wait to rejoice.
While I work relentlessly, others embrace their creativity. 
Earning a living while slowly losing my path. 
Is this what was intended for me by the divine?

Affinity towards Divinity has only made me heavy. 
The vulnerability of being cornered got me raged. 
Directionless , lost , caged.
Am I happy in this cell?
Only time will tell.


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