It all seems so quaint
Committing words to a page
It's not like I'm doing anything better
I'm inside my gilded cage
I know this may sound odd to you
And I accept the risk of sounding fem
But there's no damsel in this fairy tale
And I'm the only man keeping me within
The bars are coated in gossamer
With posh, fur laden floors
It all seems so extravagant
But I can't seem to find the doors
I write so I won't look for them
And the Deities know, I've searched
Now I'm content typing on my swing
A songbird lightly perched
I reminisce on my times with others
The parts my imagination can't hide
I believe I'll lay on the duvet
And write about being outside.
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