The Silent Strive


I can hear joy in the voices of birds,
while I sit at the window
solving complex surds.

For a moment I could only think
of the freedom of not studying...
but that was just for a blink.

I know even birds are not unbound
until they learn to tear through the wind,
Struggle and work hard with no sound.

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