Fly the Cage

Once there was a gray haired old man who taught me little more than school syllabus; life.

"Fly the Cage" he said with care...
Oh, how very little we knew what he meant.
For we were young kittens caught in a snare,
None gave a thought, nor bit of time as he went.

We were birds so young and naive,
with wings so weak and sight so blurred.
How merry we were, no reason to grieve,
Turning blind so prompt to truth of life we slurred.

Books of age filled with so called wisdom
Gave us guidance, sent us into a life of race.
Senseless and confused we kept building a kingdom
Of value and worth never to be found but only at its face.

"Fly the Cage" our gray haired teacher used to say
He never stooped and never will, until we find our way.