Illusions of a Hummingbird

I am nothing but a hummingbird,
trapped inarusty cage of mediocrity
Yearning for the sweet allure
of nectar green,
Hovering aloft these
techni-coloured blankets
The playing fields of innocence,
where I used to roam
Casting frivolities beyond
the aurora glistening on the
curvature of my blessed wings
Flapping memories,
now fading into walls of obscurities
I am nothing but a hummingbird

Maybe, just maybe….
I yielded too soon.