So I’m here, wanting more.
But more seems to be out there.
And I’ve tried, I’ve really tried to be content with where I am now.
But trying to be content gets old eventually.
As it has now. And so I’m back to where I started at the beginning.
Get out of your comfort zone, do something new they say.
But as with many, too many things in life, it’s easier said than done.
Don’t get me wrong I’m not scared of out there, no I’m intrigued.
I want to do things. I want know things. I want to see things.
But certain people, who have a misconstrued idea about who own my life won’t let me.
And so I’m under perpetual house arrest.
Help me ask, what crime I did commit.
I’ve read that the fears you don’t face become your limits.
The fears of my parents have become my limits.