I’m not young.
I have many grey hairs and my back hurts.
My knuckles have always looked wrinkled and my elbows click.
I’m not wild.
The drunkest I ever got was at a casual get together with some co-workers back in college.
I’ve never stayed up all night, been to a concert, or done any drugs.
I’m not free.
But there’s no shackle on my ring finger nor an intrusive space heater taking up half the mattress, so I’m freer than some.
I live behind bars individually labelled: Debt, Obligation, Weakness, Fear.