Utopia

My eyes looks and looks into the limits of the horizon, fathoming the empty lands all around. I see a variety of trees .. some flowering and some with fruits.I enjoy the flowers from a distance for they are to be admired and admired and just that. The fruits I am scared to eat for I don't know what it will do to me as I don't know them for sure..I go back to my safety haven, the big banyan tree, where I take rest when the sun is too harsh. I start walking again. I try to pick small flowers on the way but ouch! have got pricked many a times so I am way to careful now.I see many people around ..but Alas! Why cant they hear me ? Is my voice too soft or is there no medium through which sound waves can travel.. Nonetheless faint voices keep coming to me from somewhere or the other.I still move on and on, singing some tune to myself at times or simply look around exploring places. When suddenly some sweet fragrance catches my imagination, I block them fast for I know that it might be from the carnivorous pitcher plant. A moment of pleasure can result in a prolonged pain. Control your senses rather then them controlling you. Cynical, I guess ... But thats the only defense I know! I feel exhausted of the long tiring journey and I want to sleep for a while. But how can I take a peaceful nap in an unknown place I am not sure of..so i keep moving till I can locate some familiarity and security. Moreover, the vice called 'greed' also takes over me at times which pushes me to find something still better. But thats not the only reason of why I am still moving... I am moving because of the hope that someday even I will find my 'Utopia'.