Warning sign
I don’t want
to sit and suffocate
inside of
my box anymore.
I want
to cross the blue
line,
and dive right
into
the pool painted
yellow.
I want to
bulldoze the warning
sign,
and run straight
into the
wall of liberation.
I don’t want to
sit and
hide out inside
of my
closet anymore.
I want to
strip all of my
clothes
off and make it
to the forest of
yellow.
I want to
tear up the paper
that reads
“Caution”, and begin
to follow
the brick road that
leads to happiness.
