My Neighbors' Greener Grass

 

The Birds is see outside,

they mock me with their freedom,

as they are able to go where they please,

and do as they feel ale to do,

while I sit inside this house,

locked behind doors and windows,

the pain of being held here,

nowhere to go and nothing to do,

is an excrutiating and horrific,

yet I still taunt myself night and day,

with thoughts of soaring like the eagle,

who has no boundaries but which he chooses,

sweeping the sky as he does so freely and careless,

It is a true curse this one,

but it is my cross to bear,

and somewhere hidden behind his glory,

his cross is also exsistent