Waiting
This big beautiful world
it pains me not to see it.
Instead I sit here in a room
with the walls closing in
on the only things
I've ever really known.
The unknown both
scares and excites me.
I long to go on an adventure
with no real destination
but a mission.
But still I sit here
waiting.
Waiting for the freedom and courage to do so
The waiting is what kills me.
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