What If You Were Never Meant to Fit In? A Wake-Up Call for Dreamers
The Cage and the Sky – An Awakening
~Bandana
They whisper in soft voices,
“This is the way, child, this is the only way.”
They pave a road, brick by brick,
And call it destiny, call it honor,
Call it the only thing worth walking for.
They hand me a script, old and worn,
Passed down through generations,
A script I never wrote, never signed,
But one they place in my hands as law.
“You will walk this path, like we did.”
“You will carry our dreams, like we carried theirs.”
“You will not question, you will not falter.”
“This is life, this is success, this is what you were born for.”
But what if my feet ache from walking a road that isn’t mine?
What if my hands tremble,
Not out of weakness,
But out of the unbearable weight of borrowed dreams?
They dress up chains in silk and diamonds,
Call it respect, call it duty.
They wrap expectations around my soul,
Like vines around a tree,
So tight that I can barely breathe.
And I wonder—what if I had been born in the wild?
What if I had never learned to shrink myself,
To fold my wings neatly behind my back,
To smile when I wanted to scream?
What if I had never been told,
That love must be earned,
That freedom is selfish,
That questioning is rebellion?
Would I still fear the sky?
Would I still hesitate at the edge,
Looking down at the world that calls my name,
But never stepping forward?
Tell me, if a bird is born in a cage,
Does it know it has wings?
Does it dream of the wind?
Or does it only know the hands that feed it,
The bars that define its world,
The voices that tell it, “Stay.”
But what if—one day—the door is left open?
What if the wind whispers, “Come.”
What if the sky stretches its arms wide,
And the fire in my heart burns brighter than my fear?
Would they call me foolish?
Would they say, “Ungrateful child, look at what you left behind.”
Would they cry, watching me soar,
Or would they build a stronger cage for the next?
They tell me, “You will be forgotten.”
That no one remembers those who walk alone,
That the world only cherishes the obedient,
That I will be nothing if I choose my own way.
And maybe they’re right.
Maybe my name will fade in the passing winds.
Maybe history will never write me down.
Maybe the echoes of my laughter will be lost in time.
But tell me—does it matter?
Does it matter if I am forgotten,
As long as I lived?
As long as I burned with the fire of my own soul,
As long as I tasted the sky,
As long as I knew, if only for a moment—
That I was free?
So today, I choose the sky.
I choose the unknown, the vast, the terrifying.
I choose to walk away from the script I never wrote.
I choose to create, to burn, to build,
To carve my own path with my own hands.
And to you, who stand at the edge,
Staring at the open door,
Wondering if there is more beyond the bars—
There is.
The wind is calling.
The sky is waiting.
Will you fly?
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