Quest of truth

The last bird had flown away,

Farther from its cocoon,

Its nest, farther away from,

What it felt as its comforting environment.

It just wished to see the world,

To feel it, in all its originality.

It wished to see far beyond what,

Its loved ones wished for it,

To see.

It wished to experience the brutality,

Of the world, for it had seen,

Many of its mates, its companions,

Falling a victim to the cruel world.

While all the while, its loved ones,

Had been indulged in,

Describing the fruits and the flowers,

The waterfalls and the rainbows

The majestic trees and the mightier skies.

It wished to see the reality,

It longed to experience it.

It knew, this escapade, this expedition,

This adventure came with a price

And in its case, a mighty, a hefty one.

For it could be caged by the

Narcissistic world, caged for their amusement,

Caged far beyond the reach of,

Anyone in its present proximity.

Yet, it desired to fly over the real world,

It yearned for the truth,

The gist, this world contained.

And now, it would not stop,

It would not deter,

For this is, its quest of truth.