Escape The City

Some people know that there’s something they have to do in life since the moment they’re capable of understanding “self”. Make, the word itself carries a deeper meaning for me. It calls like a siren’s song on the wind. I know that I’m supposed to be making something, I have so many ideas, so much ambition to do something that I just don’t feel like I belong following the standard path. I’m walking on the path of life, surrounded by frosted glass walls. Occasionally I grasp a light glance at what lays beyond, at destiny, but It’s not enough to be definite. I just keep on looking then. I think I know now, before I go off to college and live my life I have a slight idea. But I’m alone in it. I don’t have anyone to work on it with. It’s impossible to do by myself. I’m trapped by this city, I can’t wait to get out. Maybe out there I’ll get a better view outside of the glass.