The Caged Predator

Maybe I am not meant be tamed;

Maybe I was born to run wild.

Maybe all the fairy tales,

Were nothing but sweet lies.

Maybe I am meant to hunt,

To stalk, chase and gnaw my prey.

Not to laze around in a cozy lounge,

With delicacies on my silver tray.

Maybe they wrote my story with an open ending,

Not an effortless happily-ever-after.

To struggle and shape my own end,

With or without fancy, grand gestures.

Maybe I was created to be constantly tested,

To be challenged, till dusk from dawn.

Maybe I was put here as a message:

To the universe - bring it on.