The Eagle in A Cage.
The Eagle in A Cage. In a room full of people. There was always me and everyone else. I was a child with a gift. The child of mystery. I never needed to justify my powers. It never made a difference to my presence. You knew I was present. I had bird’s eye vision. The rest had a worm eyed view. I was an Eagle among soil. I knew the worms existed but they never appealed to me. My natural nature kept telling me constantly that I exist but in reality, I really do not belong here. It was almost as if I were lost. I was situated in a bad location. It was inevitable at some point that the crows would eat the worms. It was only a matter of time. The eagle would be in the same situations as worms but I would conquer every scenario. No one understood why I would still be present. After so many worms had been eaten. The crows never possessed the ability to come eye to eye with me. I was constantly unsatisfied. They would often poke their beaks into my territory. Too dense to accumulat...