Cages

CAGES
So many choices; Too many paths.
Some leading forward and others further back.
Which road to travel? Which one to take?
No matter which choice it's a tough one to make.
For everywhere i seem to peer,
A cage from out of no where appears.
A cage is a cage no matter how big.
Eventually there are limits to all things.
I am in a cage right now... a pretty cage with great terrain.
But a cage none the less.
cages come in all shapes and sizes.
Yet gilded cages are the worst.
I am a wolf.
A free spirit.
A rebel.
Yet more and more i find cages closing in around me.
Brilliantly beautiful cages.
The brilliance of the shine almost hides the bars yet my predatory eyes can still see them through the glare.
Any way i look i find a cage and i know i will have to choose.
It simply depends if i want a short leash with a beautiful cage;
or a wide open cage with uncomfortable animals to share it with.
Either way i will need to choose or starve alone in the wilderness.
I may be a hunter but the prey has moved on and can no longer be found.
So do i give up independence and freedom for a full dog dish and a leash
or do i live off of freedom until i starve and draw my last breath?
It's a typical situation in these typical times;
Too many choices.