Attempt at short story

I am a bird. I am supposed to fly breath and discover a freedom that is so unfamiliar to the rest of us that you can’t even begin to understand the weightlessness I feel. But somehow you have not been to grasp that you cannot control me, you cannot cage me, but you feel as though you can. We have played this game of cat and mouse for a while, you think you can outsmart me, challenge me. You have, challenged me, for I will evade you, deceive you. This time I have won and now I have ended up in a dark hole. I am now alone waiting to fly again and be free but I can’t find my way out. There is a lake or it looks like a lake but it when I try to walk across it reaches up and grabs my foot and holds me. It pulls me down so I can go down and play with him and I can’t break free from him. So it seems this is my fate to go underneath and be trapped once again, in a world I don’t feel I necessarily belong. This world is different, it’s darker, and reeks of death. It is almost unnatural for a place to look like this and to be able to assume that there was once life or there’re is currently people living in such a wretched place. The ground shakes uncontrollably as if, it too, is ashamed that someone other than its own has to witness such a place, it brings a shiver in my spine and I feel my spine stiffen and crack. Looking up there is a whole and light shines through and washes my face and I taste a beautifulness that I almost forgot about. I need a way out, until I move and I realize he has changed me to floor so salvation seems unreachable. I will escape, I have to escape from a life in which I struggle to survive and continue on and die in death. It seems that he has taken pity on me, for he releases the chains but closes the whole, so we are back to the game of cat and mouse.What is wrong with society? Why are there duties that it seems I have to fill? Why can’t I be free to discover life? Why does it seem the life weighs more than death and the only escape is life? The only escape for me is freedom, the room to breathe and somehow something will chain me, trap me in a dungeon andsomehow I will break free and I will continue to fly and escape societal duties. For these will not hold or bind me, all chains can be broken or untangled. I am a bird and freedom is place of opportunity and discovery of both all the beauties and joys that the world has to offer after my escape from the dark and broken world that has so tried to suck me in.