Sunlight beams through my small window
High up on the wall;
It falls past the potted plants,
Outshining the frail artificial light
And illuminating my desk
While warming me where I sit
Busily accomplishing the many tasks
That make up my workday.
From time to time
I look to the window
And watch the occasional cloud go by,
Wishing I was a bird
Capable of flight.
On such a beautiful afternoon
It's a shame to be confined
By walls and glass.
Perhaps I am a bird,
An avian prisoner
Kept caged by the necessity of living
A responsible life.