Like a tiger in a cage, I’m out of my domain.
“But your new place is so much better.” says the zookeeper, ”No need to complain. I keep you learned, fed, and housed from the rain.” But with all these provisions, I still feel the pain. And the longer I am here the colder gets my flame. My stripes were so distinct, so vibrant, but here I am the same. An animal in a cage meant to be tamed. At one time, I would roar and they all knew my name. Now every time I roar I feel my power drain. From a roar in confidence to a roar in vain, as time goes on I get used to being tamed. Seeing no problem with being the same. For I am learned, fed, and housed from the rain. How could I complain? Such is the story of the tiger who lost his name. Lost all things to which he laid claim. Eyes lowered, roar passive, he became tame.
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