Our world is a prison

To humans, there is only one path.
Like the world is a maze with only one exit.
When I look up, I see a whistling kite soaring above the trees that sway in the wind.
The kite has found a different path to freedom.
To it, our world is not fair and free, but a prison, a challenge.
Like gladiators in a ring fighting to the death, there is only one winner while the rest perish and die.
When I am happy, and when I will be gone, I am the kite, free from all the evil that wants to bring me down.
I’ll keep going till I reach a place where I am whole, free.
A place where I am me.