"you’re still you, remember, you rosy child, strong and wild!"

I’m always tapping my foot.
I am never satisfied with where I am standing!
And just the fact that I know this about myself is so irritating!
So very two-sided-- like a coin getting flipped up into the air
Freedom in dreaming, prison in mental absence
I am like a little child that, when her mother is trying to dress her, squirms and writhes and makes funny noises in order to distract mom from the task at hand
So she can ESCAPE!
& run through the house half naked and wholly happy.