Freewrite: what makes a cage?

A cage. Trapped in a cage. Bound to these bars until old age grips me…or death take me.

But what makes a cage?

I am in a cage. Though there are no bars to tug at in misery, I am trapped. I have been bound by words spoken in greed and desire. I am chained to the laws and rules that form the foundation of my life.

What makes a cage?

Everything, I say, that I do not agree with. Everything that limits me. And everything that keeps me here in this dismal place.