Should I Bother to Cage a Cliche?

I’m thinking.  About writing a song.  About an overly-done, cliched topic.  Having to do with animals in a cage and how, when I’m at work, I can look out the window and it feels just like that.  Like how the sun will warm my cheeks through the glass but the wind doesn’t hit my face.  Like how there are towers of glass everywhere around me just like towers of steel as bars in a cage.  On how I can see the waves crashing over the breakwater, like anything can perpetually hold off the lake.  On how I can see a bridge with cars riding over it, like anything can perpetually hold up a moving river of steel.  On how that wind I mentioned earlier stays outside and the air inside is stale and smells like my morning bowl of apples and cinnamon oatmeal and 5 hour old tea.  Maybe I’ll mention fingers on bars or majestic lions.  Maybe this is too cliche and I won’t even bother.