The Caged Song

I used to believe that creativity thrived in absolute freedom. But over time, I wondered, do limits hold it back, or do they give it shape? A bird in flight may roam the skies, Yet sings no tune, just silent sighs. But cage the wings, confine its space, A melody will fill the place. For freedom vast may lose its way, While boundaries teach the notes to play. Not every wall is built to bind,