Overheated Poem by Chained A

Like a bird, I was flying
Like a fish, I was swimming
I was being part of nature
For the last time, I was leaving.

I was leaving this creation
But was heading for another
I was so sure, no opinion
It's like heading to your father

I was happy, little homesick
But still hungry for one more bite
This is beauty, this is perfect
Where was I then, or was I blind?

Life seems simple, very basic
I feel stupid, I feel cheated
Was it hidden from all of us?
Mine was boiling, overheated.