Tip toeing through lines of man made grids, there and back, there and back. Repeating mistakes, attempting to learn, so frightened by these boundaries surrounding us all. In possession of a free soul, yet we hold it captive to the unknown. Embedded fears and ideals loom heavily within our energies. Frozen and stagnate we stand idle awaiting an awakening. To be free is to choose, to make a choice is an action, and an action my friends, just needs a thought.