The Gilded Cage


Here's to mirth and laughter from a gilded cage,

and thoughts of freedom and sunlight,

from what seems like another age.

The winter doldrums now engulf my soul,

as springtime beckons many months off.


And then I look into the sky,

recalling all my dreams and still wondering why.

Things can change so much,

yet always stay the same

The desert's so vast,

Yet I examine every grain