not made for this...

Birds were not made for airports

Born to a world of steel and glass

Of noise and people and fast food cuisine

Flying never higher than the ceiling

Falling never into the soft dirt

Do they wonder of other places they might have been born?

Is there instinct in longing which cries,

 "this is not where I was created to fly?"

Birds were not made for airports

Birds were not made for airports 

Whether born there or trapped by surprise

Accidentally held captive 

Wild born but now consciously kept

From the freedom and blue sky and seasons

They remember a past now glassed over

Birds were not made for airports

Men were not made for cast molding

Not designed to be one and the same

But for fighting, dreaming and dying

With more than a hunger for fame

So many alive just for breathing

Accomplishing life like a task

Moving mindless beneath artificial lighting

Too accustomed to question or ask

"am I alive but not living?"

"why do I feel conscious but not awake?"
Men were not made for cast molding
Thank God for the casts that He breaks