Is this the end?

[Vrook]

And there he stood;
In that first day,
When he's chosen 'bout his way;

Shy at first, with his first step;
Looking left and right for help;
Searching here and searching there,
Hoping that he won't despair.

And really soon, he realised,
What he wants, what does he thrive
And what he truly hopes to find.

Slowly, surely, his shell broke;
As his eyes from the dark awoke,
When around him, they arrived,
People, which he cared about.

But, as always, with good things,
Knowing what the future brings,
Thoughts of torment start to form,
Bringing him afar from home.

So there he found himself, apart;
From what he loved and cared and had
The only question in his mind;
"Is this the end?", or a fresh start?