I immerse myself in my education
to stave off the heaviness
to go to a place where I can float and life seems easy
where I have the answers
where they compile concisely in my scorebook
I go to a place where I can succeed,
where life isn’t closing in around me,
I’m not a failure anymore.
I can win here.
There’s no winning at life.
I delve into my schooling,
burrow into it
where I’ll be safe and warm and I belong.
Where wages and inflation are mere numbers and not the difference between a good life
Education is my den.
I bunker down beneath the surface.
Not yet ready to emerge.
If I do,
I will be naked and featherless and
the wind will chill me.
I fear that I will fall from the nest should I ever fly away.
So I stay here.
Not a hawk, nor an eagle,
nor any other much respected creature on wings of grandeur and liberty.
Is there such a thing as liberty?
I creep beneath the ground.
I’ll stay here.