I’ve outgrown the box I put myself in. 

Funny thing is I didn’t realize it was a box until the walls began to close in. 

All this time I thought I’d broken free of the things that had me caged

Only to find, this time I myself was the captor, my own puppet master.

Limiting my thoughts and quelling aspirations 

Because beyond the known is uncharted territory 

And I can’t risk another chapter of failure in my story.

But the box is too small and everything aches.

Instinct over logic is my only escape.