Journey

My every gaze ends at the foot of a door,
One that looms with mystery,
My longing hungers to explore,
That infinite possibility.
I am told to follow the path in front of me,
And this I am often reminded,
That I must began my life journey,
That curiosity is blinded.
So I drag on to some unseen end,
Hoping to achieve fulfillment,
What others need, I can't comprehend,
All they see is entertainment.
So as I go about today,
Busy with routine occupation,
I secretly plan to disobey,
To be free of this oppression.
So in my mischief I conceive,
A plot ingeniously planned,
That will lead them all to believe,
That I have left this land.
Yet when the day has arrived,
I am tormented with fear,
I cannot apply the plan contrived,
Even with the end so near.
A time arrived where I gathered the will,
To break from this illusion,
I had to stop, I had my fill,
Enduring this delusion.
So I took control of what is mine,
I exercised my liberty,
Do not mourn my last design,
As I swing slowly from this tree.