how did we find ourselves living in these Gilded cages? on display to the whole world, preening ourselves for all to see, yet unable to fly out and enjoy the sky.

the bars of our cages are many. from jobs we can’t quit to lifestyles we can’t change. poisoning ourselves every time we sip from that chalice of nectar supposed to prolong the enjoyment we crave for in our lives. the salary feeding our never-declining expenses. those habits and wants that dictate our choices in a futile pursuit of happiness. we flutter our wings and plot our escape, day in and day out. yet there is no escape because the cage is shut from within, and we dare not open it for fear of a life in the open, without the mundane familiarity of our cages.

and, so we continue to look out longingly but with our doors bolted firmly shut. such is the fate of those who live in the gilded cages that we call life today.