Kafka's+Bird

I hear Kafka said Identity is a cage in search of a bird Who is it that opens the door? Is it Them trying to keep the endless possibilities in chains Or is it Us grown scared of everything we could become Or identity is empty but hopes in vain to be beautiful by enslaving beauty (and then is tormented every day by what it has done)

But sometimes it seems that its a bird in search of a cage So scared of squawking out too loud so scared of limitless rage

Identity is just what's understood from the sum of everything we say and do