the bird in the cage

what is life, why do we serch for the awnser to this question, rather then sherch for the question to the awnser, life is like a bird in a cage, b utifull, gracefull, migestic, when all it wants is to be free, we, them, I, we all want to be freed from this cage called life, the cage is are stress, are friend pushing us for what they think is best, the problum, to be freed, to be one with who we realy are,but truly who are we, who are you, who am i, when the croud is gone, when the cage is lifted to the sky, when nothing is left, do we even know are selfs, us, who we are who we will be, the awnser to my question, the question to my awnser, the light in the dark, the dark in the ight, this is what the bird wants to see in the night sky, the pain is wacht away in the night skys rain, like the bird in its cage, we all wait for the door to open, when it does, do i lisen, do i stay, should i obay, or should i leave and fly away, maby tomorow, for now im just the bird siting in my cage,