the aviary

Weíve 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

Iím pressed against walls I canít see
but can feel hemming us in
contorting our souls into deformed entities
of humanity that donít know their own faces
in the mirror

We donít belong here
but we donít know how to escape
when the powers that be
fight to keep us in our place
deflecting our attentions to things
we donít want or donít 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 itís okay to rebel against
the ideals laid out for us

Weíve 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.
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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