THE CAGE

I used to have a beautiful cage

that flew around day and night.

Its door opened and closed

showing how comfortable

and safe it was inside —

I should ride it through the clouds,

accepting the space within the cage

and working hard with others

to carry out a common dream.

That way, I could live an easy life

and leave behind many types of praise,

although I would have no other story.

Like a colored cloud, the cage

has wheeled around for decades.

It still looks gorgeous, like new,

but I am fully grown, too big

to get into it anymore.

I can board it only in my dreams.