Writer's Block

As a bird I am, blessed with these wings that have caressed the winds of wisdom, and flown me to places far, and shown me the ends of the Universe - a bird indeed, yet one entombed in a miserable cage, even as the whiff of free air outside my inculpable prison does fill my nostrils through the holes in this rotten mesh. If those gates are shut so be they, for they may keep me from those worlds which I've cavorted in, but my eyes, kissed by a thousand suns do see beauty even in that which deprives life of beauty, and this voice, once subdued shall speak again, crafting another world in this lonely abode.