Once I was tiny and wobbly,
And lived and slept with the golden ball in the sky,
When my mum fed me food,
And shared stories of her journeys from afar,
That's when I learned about the city,
A bustling place where time never stands still,
But my mum warned me of the city,
The trials and tribulations of life there.
When I was young and charming,
I roamed the deep valleys and mighty hills,
I talked to the river and vented out to the sea,
Then one day I flew high and beyond,
And reached the place my mum warned me of,
'Twas loud and harsh, the land of survival,
But nearing a window affixed of iron rails, I peeked a sight,
I saw a man behind bars, isolated and forgotten.
Today I'm old and weak,
And I exist within a cramped space,
My day starts and ends with a click on the wall,
Noone to converse over a hearty meal,
Oh yeah, I have grown a new part on my body,
Similar to what I saw on that man,
It's dark and heavy, that restrain my wings down,
Thus I wonder, are we one and the same?
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