"The Illusion of Freedom"

I didn’t know—
 Who am I?
 I was sleeping in a protected asylum.
 Wow! I thought about life.
 I wore an elegant gown—
Silky, flowing, and gracious.
My lips were pressed with gloss.
 My eyes were always drawn to luxury.
 My feet walked upon precious stones.
 I didn’t hear pain.
I was in heaven, Suffering softly.
Others’ perceptions were fixed, unmoving. For me, it was perfection.
 I was in a golden cage.
 My wings were cut, My nails were removed, My thoughts were locked,
My fights were chained.
 I came to know that I had the key—
And I opened it, unknowingly.
But I was not aware
That I am free.