Barry's Predicament

Barry enjoys life in his new hive,  

A worker bee, trying to thrive.  

His hive, they say, is the hive of the free,  

But Barry wonders, is it just fantasy?

Barry makes honey, not too bad, not too grand,  

But his new home is strange, not as planned.  

The bees whisper, Barry should go,  

Far, far away, leave this troubled show.

But Barry can’t move, he’s stuck in his place,  

Spent all his honey on wax, what a chase.  

A down payment with tax, all gone in a flash,  

Now Barry’s stuck, and the bees just clash.

Hive Master offers to aid,  

But Barry sees no changes made.  

“Welp,” he sighs, as time drifts by,  

Other bees roam, with no home nearby.

They wander alone, no place to build,  

Barry wonders, why is progress stilled?  

Is my wax wasted, is it all in vain?  

These questions buzz, causing pain.

But Barry needs this hive, no return to the past,  

He’s stuck in this web, decisions too vast.  

Afraid of the hive, of what they might do,  

Barry stays put, with no future in view.

The situation is done, Barry’s trapped in the hive,  

No prosperity, no dreams left alive.