Reminisce (PART TWO)

Longing

In the midst of a melee, one stands so alone,
On an outlandish podium, with a placid tone,
He looks with longing, he moves stiffly and swift,
He wants to enter this world, so his spirits will lift.

He speaks with sorrow, mouthing words of regret,
And it is a conceptual podium, a predator net,
He steps off hesitantly, out of the sheltered place,
Thus revealed are mankind's colours, our human race.
Now he struggles, like a fledgeling, so daunted and new,
Acquiescent and fearful, trembling like dew,
His head turns behind, swivelling along,
Now he sees it as wretched,all the children were wrong.

It is Machiavellian with deception, tactics with plan,
For now he has entered, and long ago, safety ran,
There is no going back now, in such a place where you lose,
But kudos for surviving, now you do what you choose.