Cage of reality
Standing on the roof, I stared at the sky,
It felt like I was a bird, about to fly.
The sun went over the horizon; the afternoon
ceased to exist, making way for the moon.
I remained immobile as I appreciated the view,
for it was amazing, experienced only by few.
The sky turned to black as evening took over
But my mind still continued to hover.
It was possible for me to stand there for a decade
But alas! The wish gradually started to fade.
The feeling of being a bird was replaced by fear
of expectations to fulfill, of responsibilities to bear.
The experience became a distant memory as I fell asleep,
I became a prisoner of reality, where there are many promises to keep.