I wake up at the dawn hearing birds chirping. They were calling everyone to come outside and witness the beauty the nature laid in front of you.
The sun rises in the east. Again. And will set in the west. Again. What’s new about this day? Why are the birds sounding so excited?
The birds spreading their wings were flying scaling heights some known and some new.
I wonder. Do they fear to fall? What does the free bird mean? I see the birds’ caged in an iron cage flapping their wings frantically trying to break free. Caged birds have no freedom and probably no meaning of life.
What is the meaning of my life? A caged bird or a bird flying in an open sky. I want to scale new sky, touch the new heights but feels I couldn’t. I am a caged bird who wants to break free.