[ASignalInTheNoise]

Sometimes I feel like a bird in a cage.
On display for everyone to see, tied here.
It's not really a surprise I spend so much of my time dreaming.
Is this how the Duchess feels, at times? I have everything I could ask for ...

... but not what I really long for.
I've been told it's only natural for me to want to travel.
To fledge Arcadia and see the world as it is without fetters tying me down.
Of course, there are people I care about here. How could I not care about them?
They have been here from the moment I was given my freedom as a fledgling.

They have believed in me. Shepherded my potential to where it is today.
I am grateful for that, but at the same time, some part of me feels ... restricted.
I have been raised for a purpose, and I thought I could accept this in it's entirety...
To serve Arcadia and it's people faithfully, in whatever role it was deemed I would do best in.
Sworn to always do right by Mother and her desires...

And yet...
... I am treated like a bird in a cage by others,
Fragile, like a wallflower.
Something to be watched and admired from afar.
Raised my whole life to be something more, something great.
But I am a bird in a cage.

Mother speaks of patience and kindness.
I try to live up to what she asks of me.
But I cannot help but feel the frustration within...
... maybe one day, I'll be more than a bird in a cage.
If only I dream hard enough.

If only I could show her now,
How beautiful and proud,
That budding voice,
Bloomed through the noise,
To rise above the clouds.