Why?

By strongbox

I’ve always been safe, always been guarded.
As I move forward to reach in behind bars,
There’s inner unchained prisons to deal with,
Broken locks on open doors – I’m moving in
Their world’s so much bigger than all the places
I’ve ever been.

This is the strongbox of discontent, growth and inane ramblings.

And I’m getting cold feet.

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