The idea of adventure and self expression claws inside.
Simple substitutes sit in place.
The exciting idea of rebellion,
but you have too much common sense to play those games.
Stuck sitting on the fence, but never sneaking across to the other side.
Adventure lights up in your eyes but your body doesn't move.
It's for the better.
But there's always a "but"
Inescapable.
Like a leash or bungee cord that only lets you go so far,
before ruthlessly wanking you back into place.
I wish I could escape into the night, creeping over my fence.
One last hoorah before coming back and putting away those thoughts.
They keep me idle.
But sitting here I've come to realize that life is too bring without the illusion of breaking the rules.
Perhaps I'll break the fence and come and go as I please.
I make up all these ideas in my head, but no one can ever, truly, stop me.
