All along it longed for its ‘freedom’, caught in a cage,
Craving to be free and the desire to consistently script a new page,
All along it felt itself caught in a maze,
Unable to explore and free itself from this phase.
Chirpy tweety, had nothing but its ambition,
A dream driven by desire and the spirit to make it happen,
But the cage was sturdy and strong,
Making its attempts seem all wasted and wrong.
Chirpy tweety remained bubbly,
Making attempts in full earnest and plucky,
The nights were short and the days lengthy,
Setting placeholders and sacrificing many.
With a sense of urgency and ardor,
It started tweeting less and biting more,
But destiny had different plans each time,
Punishing it, as if its efforts were a crime.
Strange are the ways of life,
One doesn’t know when one crashes or flies,
And for Chirpy Tweety, as the days go by,
It will be a question of ‘when’ it can truly fly.