Cage

When you lock up a bird with a song in a cage, he sings all day
But when you let him free, he soon forgets
He can't tap into his mind to find what his inner design
Would pine for him to decide, just for now or perhaps another time
What were the chords, what were the lyrics?
Yet innate within his spirit, it's still there, he can feel it
Sure, he can feel it
Or maybe the bird would like to sing while free, but can't
For the distraction that comes with all the polution or smog
Can't be right for his health, but he chirps amongst catastrophe
But, all the same, are we better living free and sad, or
Happy and contained
One would question if the bird has a scarred wing from past collison
Or something that would cause some type of brutal incision
Some kind of surgery was underwent to remove his vocality
To salvage the possibility for a new home to call
Truly the confused fella would like to come inside at last
He tries to break through the window, but can't get past the glass
And when his face smacks the surface, he tends to realize
That the beautiful ballad he had to sing, was 'taps' in disguise
And before he can scurry off, the security system has been set off
Though the homeowner comes to think it's another false alarm
Because it usually goes off when the birds get about that close
They barely make a click sound, but it resonates the household
Then they feel ridiculous, like 'I allowed them to build their nest
To get to me this easily, this is making me depressed
The bird saw something inside that he valued a lot
But the restriction he felt put a tear in the plot
He thought he knew what to do, but now lost for answers
The change in the air patterns suggests to fly away
But who knows, maybe just maybe he would prefer to stay
That is, if the atmosphere makes it suitable for singing
On the other hand, maybe he should fly to new beginings
No matter the outcome, this be known
As the saying goes, where you lay your hat is your home