the aviary

We’ve made the sky a myth
inside our gilded cage
amid the moulting feathers of hope
where freedom is conformity
and conformity comes at a price

I’m pressed against walls I can’t see
but can feel  hemming us in
contorting our souls into deformed entities
of humanity that don’t know their own faces
in the mirror

We don’t belong here
but we don’t know how to escape
when the powers that be
fight to keep us in our place
deflecting our attentions to things
we don’t want or don’t need
but still fascinate our baser instincts
to the point where we stop questioning
this lack of freedom
believing ourselves free
ignoring the invisible gun held
at the back of our heads
just in case we get the idea
that it’s okay to rebel against
the ideals laid out for us

We’ve made the sky a myth
inside our gilded cage
forgetting that we once stood
free among the Gods
before we chose to fall
for the lies of men

© Indie Adams 2014

Thank you to Kourtnissi for the idea.