Reality

[Winterloc]

Hello, first off I have only written some poetry and am new to critiquing, so I'm no expert! But here goes. I really did enjoy this it drew me in right away. I definitely appreciated some of the imagery you used. I was confused too as one of the others readers was about the cage and and being back in it at the end. However as I thought deeper into maybe you were alluding to being fully concious, as when you wake from the sleep thats a respite from day to day realities. I liked that. And also as if we all "wander" with a cage on top of our bodies (representing our lonely mind maybe?). Nice. 
I personally like how you referenced simple things like "simple Joe" and "familiar tune". The whole poem has sort of a feel like a pendulum swinging back and forth between simple upfront things and the depths of dissapoinment with reality. Like going into the deeper parts of the mind then back up to the surface for air. I just enjoyed the nature of it. The thing I felt could be tweaked was the conclusion. 

Hello, I'm rather new to poetry, and I'd like some feedback on this piece, thanks in advance.

Reality
 
Aren’t we all confined within our own cages,
Forced to wander through the ages.
Strolling ever so serenely,
Through all the grass and crafted scenery?
Through the halls of time - I really liked this imagery/metaphor 
We tumble and stumble, and yet not a single grumble,
Is heard within the chime
Of this ever-familiar rhyme we mumble.
 
I’m sick of this constant flow
No highs, no lows, just a simple Joe. I liked the contrast of simplicity to deeper disappointments stated elsewere 
This familiar tune we play,
Each and every single day.
Never ending. Serenading.
The same old streets we stroll through each day,
Same greetings, same faces, same goddamned Mondays.
 
I’m sick of being alive
If being alive is what this is
Where is the drive? The strive?
Being alive?
 
Yet perhaps it’s better this way,
Don’t rekindle this snuffed out flame.
Let someone else be the armored knight,
Riding into glory within the light.
 
Us commoners, what good do we know?
We’re just castaways, relics from an old yesterday.
Those hopes, visions, and dreams we once followed?
Ha! Who would have believed all that mumbo jumbo?
Maybe we’re all just miserable cargo
Doomed to ride this train indefinitely,
For all damned eternity.
 
Leave us be,
To wallow in our own sorrow
And hope not, for a better tomorrow.
 
And when morning comes, I’ll be back in my cage,
No fire, no light a rather pitiful sight.
You’ll hear the sound of dirty tears falling, This is the thing I felt could be tweaked to give more impact, possibly: you'll hear the echo of a dirty tears fall, as it flows through this lonely hall" for some reason I feel like using singular "tear" drives it in more. But hey. Thats just me. 
to be
Flowing through these halls,
Echoing.

Overall I enjoyed it, thanks for sharing!!!