Sometimes …

Sometimes I feel like a bird in a cage which is not locked. I feel as though the door is open for me to do something,but for reasons I can’t move, i am stock.
Sometimes I feel like a bird not in a cage but one who does not know it’s way. Right?left?
Though the cage is never locked for me,it is always open. Only I have to make the effort to get out and find my way.

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