I used to watch the grownups walk.
Trapped in their minds,
In their work,
In their worries.
And I promised myself
I won’t be.
I won’t be.
And I wasn’t, for a while.
I was free for so long.
My imagination soared,
My hopes sailed,
Unbounded, unrestricted.
And then reality,
Pulling, yanking, twisting,
Slamming down walls,
Tying down ropes,
Each one with a name.
Fear
Impossibility
Failure
Hardship
Insecurity
Why did I think I could escape?
Why did I think I was different?
I was just the same.
Trapped
Grounded,
Captured,
Stuck,
Imprisoned.