Today it's about the finch

Do you ever have one of those days when you aren't feeling particularly passionate about anything at all? I am having one of those...

And so I will say this random poem to you, my faithful reader:

Finch

Perception of the world
Through a cage
Flying within itself
Only to be where it was before

Purpose is not questioned
Place is not perceived
Pleasure is not provided
Flying there, in that cage

Dish of food always waiting
Available when needed
But what is needed
In a cage

Meaningless life
Stuck inside a cage
Flying to nowhere
And always being
Where it was before