Birds in chase........

Birds soaring at different heights and pace,
Some are, or some not in a race,
All at different levels and mindsets,
With variant goals and conquests.


New birds join in as time passes,
Some scared and some shine like glasses,
Slowly their wings pop out,
They learn to find their route.


They also start preparing for the grand chase,
For which the grown birds have already set their place,
After some struggle and rancor,
They feel weak and somber.


Soon they realize it's more then just a game,
And is about their personal pride and fame,
It's about flying at their own height,
And let the others collide and fight.


They soar at their level and cherish,
But, they didn't know their is more to relish,
They have already finished the chase,
Already ahead of all stuck in that old maze.


Just a random thought!!