What Is The End?

Free birds give a sense of joy to persons of obligations; Always engaged with problems to deal with, life seems to be An endless world of work grinding one's hopes and desire Ever in a state of chaos to run from pillar to post to fly! Life itself seems to be a big prison meant to be spent in Big darkness sans anyway of seeing light of the day outside; If there is a chance to escape from one prison, another one Seems to be the other side of prison still bigger than last! If the prison seems to be a big ship in the middle of the ocean Like in a movie, how can one think of escape knowing where one Is and where one can swim and go to see landscape to cross so As to climb a tall mountain to reach plains of hope finally..? If life seems to be an inescapable prison forever, what sense of Hope or dream one can have, no one can say for sure except end!