I can't live up to the expectations of life. Why can't I just ride away from home, live on my own. It sounds so easy doesn't it? I don't run though, I don't ride. I stay, frustrated, tired, worried. I stay, and I don't belong here. I can feel it all through me. It clenches me, makes me twitch. It makes my neck soar. My spine pushes against the skin on my back. I'm still here. I cry, I kick, I scream. Still here. I will wait till the moment comes to ride away. From all the worries and fears of home