Little Birdy

When in the cage, the bird dreamt of the azure sky

It wondered, how it would be to fly high,

To open up the wings and feel the wind.

And when the door of the coop opened, it was freed

And it was then when it started loving the retreat,

It realized that coop had become its home

And it longed to return to that dome

Poor birdy, now it's confused

It does not know where it belongs and what it wants

It just wishes to find a place

Which is home and adventure in the same instance.