Every fiber of my being

Strains to be released

Like a rabbit in a trap

I leap from one extreme

To another...

Knowing in my gut

It's time to leave

Seeing the signs

In neon colors

But bound

By ironic ties

To those who

May or may not

Need me anymore

If cornered

Do you flee

Or face the

Snares of reality

Before the jaws

Close shut

And you chew

Your leg off

In a bid to be free...

[Edited 5/9/13 22:35pm]

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