The Cage

'What fall brings you in here, dear pal?', inquired the mate.
'This game', retorted prisoner, 'of destiny and fate.
This immoral world of modest and decent
Ostracised me, the insane, and here they sent.'

Added the mate, 'But you don't look insane.'
'We are always mislead, my friend,
'By what it seems and what it really is,
'You keep in mind forever this.'

'Yet, to me, you are not as crazy as the world out say
So truly I suggest you do not servile stay.
'Be not here by choice and curse your fate,
'You belong not here', burst the mate.

Replied the prisoner, 'You speak, my friend, so true,
But I cannot just that simply break through.
'Because I am bowed down by the surroundings' propriety.
With my own wings in my own sky I cannot surge freely.'

'There was a period', reminded mate, 'when you used to be me
And we as one used to crawl free.
'We then cared little of the onus
To our own horizon we soared thus.'

'True you are', responded the prisoner, 'but here I must lay,
'Because here I please all though am not gay.
'So here I'll be all through my age,
'For now I have started loving the cage.'