Padlocked Freedom

I remember soaring through the skies eyes wide at the sight of glamorous light yet, now I stare in languid at the idle blue screen. It isn’t as blue as the heaven’s wonderful sheen.

I am acquainted with this cage and endless work and work I shall till’ my feathers turn bland, filling this jar up until none of you see me stand.

Slave away my vitality, awaiting for the owner to see my meaningless drudgery, then finally discard me. Only then, will I get to fly in the pristine blue sky. Once again.