This work mainly comes to express when I'm feeling caught up in my reverie. This spellbound that I'd experienced throughout my life with my illusions, "my visions", sort of projects ... which have occupied much of my time, I've dedicated myself to them with love and a great illusion ... revealing themselves beautiful and bright as the bird in the image, but ...
In almost all my commitments, it has only been a wishful thinking on my part.
On the other side it was all fake, a puppet moved by strings, no real life.
I never put my interest in the rods that were hanging, nor in the puppeteer... I used to look at with the eyes of a child, fixed on the brightest dream; I've only experienced the attractive and uplifting side of each vision of my life, of each bird.
Although I must admit, that mostly everything surrounding has been false. On the other hand, there has never been a genuine interest towards the person who was projecting or maximizing them, who was becoming engrossed in that reverie.
Hence ... this great sense of futility, of waste, and vacuum.

I know my weakness is to look merely at the bird, only focusing on its beauty and not being aware of the strings or control devices, which clearly would reveal its falsity.
From now on, I'd rather work with myself, to promote all the goodness that I may have inside, surely I'll build my strengths and rather stop projecting myself in anything else. Change experiences to something more constructive and meaningful.

All roads end up feeling alone.