Brass bars
I am a bird, uncaged.
I spend all of my days trying to escape, but the safety of the brass bars traps my mind.
I find myself breaking my wings trying to find my way back to my metal prison.
Do I really crave the wind on my beak?
Have I been clipped too much to fly free?
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yep. we’re all addicted to our tethers.
Better to be uncaged and survive than to escape, a tropical bird, into a frozen universe…