He awakens in a tree; the forest thick, with trees entwined; the sunlight crafts a light brown landscape of thin branches; He KNOWS he can fly. He takes off, exhilerated. He flies free and forward; after awhile he stops to rest. He looks at his perch and recognizes it; it is the same branch of which he awoke. His freedom lies secure, in ignorance; obliterated in truth. He believed he was free; He thought he had broken free of his cage. He sees freedom is... but a bigger aviary.