Pain

The birds fly around so freely, 
careless of the struggles feet below. 
The stress, the decay, the pain.

And perhaps what hurts the most 
is realizing how few of us are ever free. 
We always owe someone something.

Mortgage, rent, loan. 
Slowly, we drown. 
And most of those we owe are also in the deep. 

Obligation. 
It’s unsustainable. 
How long can we survive? 

And off go the birds, 
free as the skies.