rockdysfunctional

On the street, near fruit stands, on a green pole, I saw a birdcage with a single yellow canary. Within the clash and noise of the passing fruit buyers, it sings, as loud as it could. It keeps singing, a barely audible melody. What does this little bird hope to accomplish? It will never leave that cage. Singing in vain, it's song will never be heard. What does it think? Perhaps to fly. To spread those wings that have never spread since birth. What does it hope for? Maybe for it's song to be heard. Maybe to join those people, in a fight for oranges and pears. Every day it sings. Every week, it's song becomes weaker. Every month,