That fence


If I could change one thing, it’d be this tall, intimidating fence.

I’d tear it down and frolic away deliriously into the world that’s been waiting for me.

I’d widen the gaps in the fence and try to get my leg through.                          Just to get my foot on the ground on the other side and feel what it’s like to walk around on the outside world, to walk amongst “them” and go places that are fun, mysterious, or both.                                   To take chances and walk down a path that I know nothing about.

I’d make the fence float just barely off the ground so just maybe, I could get on my belly and slide my way through and roll away on the ground really, really fast and see how far I could go for until someone catches me trying to get away.                                                               Roll and roll and roll away on the floor and even though it’d look silly rolling on the ground, it’s seem even sillier seeing someone trying to catch me.

I’d lean on the fence forward so I could climb on top of it and maybe, just maybe keep climbing up forever and ever towards the sky.                                                                                                                    Sure, it’s be hard.                                                                                             There’d be rainy days where I’d feel doubtful about making it to the sky, but work my way through it until I got to the place I wanted to go.                                                                                                            And surely, there would be days where the sun would be shining ever so brightly and beautifully and so hot that I get burned…                             I wouldn’t relish in the pain and go back down, oh no.                                       I’d suck it up and keep on going.                                                                              Hey, I’d even learn how to hop my way up the fence while climbing on all fours.                                                                                               That wouldn’t be impossible because I’d be able to make anything possible.

If I could change the fence, I’d make it less slippery so I could climb it like a tree up and up until I reached the top and are able to hop over it.                                                                                                                     Then I’d run and run and run and get lost somewhere for running so far without a sense of direction.                                                                            But it’d be alright because at least I put myself out there and get away from the place I started.                                                                                  Plus I could explore things that are new to me.  

If I could change one thing, it’d be that darn fence that’s keeping me trapped inside because I have too much energy and curiosity to be contained by this tall, mean, and restricting fence. 


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