My dilemna (more of a list than a poem)
freedom on a leash.
Driving a car that I didn't pay for and don't maintain
that isn't in my name (we can neglect
it doesn't matter if you get a ticket).
College tuition payed entirely by my parents.
No student loans. Commuter.
Stuck at home. Familial tension.
Unable to progress except
in an educational manner.
Four or six or eight years to be
restless and untested. Trapped.
I want space. I want to push my limits.
I want to know what I can do.
The future laid out upon a golden platter
the present is looking rather bleak. Current Mood: awake