The bird and its owner

And the bird caught itself between a thousand nightmares.
Standing on a cliff,
Falling free so it can be saved
Hanging on the tree, 
Suffocating itself so the soul can be free
Stuck between the pretentious security and the risky instability
Those wings are wounded.
Staying in an invisible cage
Being fed by sweet faked food
The bird is dying for something real it can digest,
And a real net to be home
The owner never knows his bird is dying,
The owner never knows the bird is wounded trying to be balanced on that wooden stick he put inside the cage.
Or maybe he knows.
“Loving himself more than anything else,
Keeping the bird on that shelf… ”
The man is selfish without knowing it.
The man sings for the bird
The man touches the bird
The man loves his bird
The man keeps the bird away from the cats
The man cries for himself seeing the bird gets sick,
What will make him feel good if the bird flies away?
The man is selfish without knowing it.
The man loves his bird,
But
He doesn’t know his bird, 
And he is not a bird.

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