What Is To Come

It's the shock. the realization, the pulse, or whatever you care to call it. But it is the sudden realization of something, it could be something that could be of some great importance. it could be the simple realization of a mistake of something, it could be the snap of reality. You know no matter how hard I try it never got me anywhere, when you have the passion even the motivation for it. But no matter how hard a little bird may try to escape from the cage, if it is big enough and there are other birds who have just chosen to live not acknowledging the fact that they are trapped even with the large amount of space. I wish to spread my wings and fly, fly out of this large cage. Though big, I want to fly up, for there is no limit to what can be achieved. However when the other birds see this what will they do? they will try to keep that little bird down. to say it is impossible, to take reality into consideration. But what happens to that little bird. it just wants to dream, it refuses to accept this as its fate. To succumb to this society, but the little bird is slowly becoming one to this, to sink into this fate. With no options left, it doesn't want to make others mad, or sad, or to yell.  So reluctantly it chooses to become apart of this society. And the dream of the little bird disappears.