poetry

RESTRICTED (a poem)

restricted restrictions
telling me what i can
do and what i can’t.

thank goodness for them
though, because if not
i’d be all over the map.

a sign here, a sign there,
telling me where not to go,
how not to live my life:

well, those restrictions,
how ’bout ’em? always
there, ready to be broken.

 

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