Cockatiel

My life is akin to my pet bird
Its cage so lonely and cosmic
The purpose of it so absurd
His poor little life full of conflict
He watches the world, dreaming of hope
And wonders if there'll be an escape
To a place where he can still cope
And master the tricks of his fate
So he waits and taps the bars
And sometimes someone would set him free
Where he'd fly out; reaching for the stars
His heart soaring as he tries to flee
But something always halts his movements
He remembers the love we gave him
How we acknowledged his brilliance
And so, his thoughts are no longer grim
However, he's still left brooding
And his sad thoughts will return once more

Back to haunt him with a powerful sting
For the pain has reached down to his core

.x Wandering Daydreamer x.

My pet bird Tamba