A bird can not change the cage
not the cloudy imagination of its blue ceiling
not the dusty thoughts of its grayish floor
and not the ironic temptations of its green bars.
When no way is to be released
and outside, are other greater prisons
and a free flight is not conceivable
and every soul has its own cage(s),
The poor innocent ever-caged bird
only can do one little task:
Smashing all drowsy walls
Changing the world that happens in its mind.
And uniting with the eternal decreed cage.
Life is a cage,
and the bird can love and enjoy it,
So as the death.
The bird can not change a cage
but can imprison it in its heart.