A golden cage, so devine.
Made from my own design.
Like an accessory, it could make any bird shine.
Looking at it may feel like a crime to it's beauty,
the older and more memory filled it gets the more beautiful it is like a fine wine.
Looking at it could inspire, any to make a masterpiece like ode, or chime.
To be stuck so peacefully and too bask in the sun, in a gilded cage of my own design.
Yes, in the golden sun basking in warmth, I realize a fine line between
each others freedom, what is your freedom, and does that truly mean I'm trapped
in this sunshine?
Please define my outline.