Caged

Caged People talking, chatting, discussing your future around you All serious and forlorn I can hear the extractor fan in the room, making its dulling sound, drowning out the white noise that surrounds Buzzing low and indiscreet I can see the birds flying outside through the dirty locked windows Connected to a reality and freedom that I am grasping at with both hands I am here but not present As my opinions are sought Like cattle being prodded I want to feel free Like the outside bird looking in on me through the locked window of my mind