That golden cage, many of us have grown into; without realizing who's bluffing about our sovereignty.
That cage we all have learnt to adorn, to pole-dance in and to make enough selfies to forget that we are just alone in our own delusion.
The glittering cage we all have grown tired of and are ready to slam open.
Crank up the discomfort because only by that shrill burn out can we find the fire within to start drilling,
drilling through the lies, the facades, the cognitive dissonance.
The gaslighting is no longer compelling and we are seeing the ugliness through the clouds of pretense.
We start to see the inconsistencies and the loopholes.
We start to smell the carcass of our personality, the mere empty shell that we cultivated just to have it engraved on a tombstone.
We start to hear the voices of complacency, all around us, the ones that are too deaf to even feel their own heartbeat.
And yet, we start to recognize the light that shines way beyond, and moreover inside ourselves.
We finally dare to taste the indomitable iron of the restless blood pulsing through the true palace housing our Soul.
So now, are we still afraid to be thrown out of our Cage?