Yet the chains

On one hand its I
And the life that I admire
On another are people
Whom I love
And want to be with.
Even when I choose the latter
Well they are always busy.
But when I opt for former
There is guilt of missing them.
The Oppertunity cost
Seems love
When I choose myself
And the life I love.
The sacrifice of self
Is huge too
And it has been always
An eternal split
The push and pull.
Aah! If only
Teleportation was possible
Talent was valued
love was free
And time wasn't
Taken for granted.
But life is limited
Love has conditions
Jobs have limitations.
And happy moments
Are always rationed.
They say
It is all always balanced.
That laughter is always
Measured in tears
And love is compensated
With long lonely fears.
Aah! The Oppertunity cost
And this will of free life.
They say, we are born free
Yet the chains
Are eternally beside.