Is the gilded cage such a wonder?
Must one believe who is above or under?
Silken rags give way to stale glory.
Better to see life as a wonderful story…
Witnessing arrogance creating senseless minds,
At one’s crossroads, do they not heed the signs?
Spirits are torn, growing golden shackles,
Kicking sand castles, mirroring lone jackals.
© Sayer Teller