is there pity for the captured beast

whose heart yearns for freedom

was it born into captivity

or was it captured wild and free

what are the consequences of being caged

when you know, no other way

is it the way life really is

or is it the way life was meant to be

being fed, watered and sheltered

while being protected in its domain

never having to fight for survival

never needing anything to live

never wanting what it doesn’t know

knowing freedom, being caged

doldrums and wretchedness, hence

living a life, mundane and routine

it doesn’t make a bit of sense

knowing freedom, rarely found

the air is so much cleaner

happiness gained with each new step

a cage is a demeanor

what would happen, once being caged

the door was suddenly accessible

would you flee or stand dead still

feelings there, irrepressible

is there pity for the beast, freed

to begin its life, long journey

would instinct take over

allowing it to survive just one day

allowing it to eat, to reproduce

to find its self accepted among its own kind

to have, just a moment to its self

to reflect and appreciate

the freedom it never knew

would it even know what to do

the beast is me, released of bonds

a quandary, I now ponder

no longer caged, the world is mine

could I... should I.... wonder