For the first time in my life
I feel a small bit of freedom
but now I find that I sometimes
miss the prison I came from.
As far back as I can remember
I’ve hated feeling so trapped,
but now that it’s gone
I sometimes want that feeling back.
Now that I’m free
I find I have no excuse
for not doing the things
I always said I would do.
With freedom I’ve found
comes the power to choose
but with each choice that you make
comes the chance that you’ll lose.
With each opportunity comes a new chance at failure.
With each blessing comes another new curse.
To be trapped by circumstance or my own indecision
I can’t decide which one is worse.
When you can see no way out
you make the best of you cage
and you learn to find enjoyment
in the most unlikely place.
When you don’t have a choice
you just do what you have to
and every good thing
seems so much better to you.
Now that I have choices
each one seems so hard.
Trying to decide
feels like being pulled apart.
I know my situation
is much better today,
still sometimes I think
I’d be better off if I’d stayed
in the freedom of captivity.