juxt a position (x=s?)

I'm not allowed to say things, because we're not in a place where hard things are accepted.
I'm not allowed to do things, because it hasn't gone through fake paper work and approval.
I'm not allowed to go places, because it doesn't make sense with other's plans.
I'm not allowed to be me, I guess.

Peter and the Wolf, fighting against the forthcoming brutal winter - something hounding me down, and the cold air crystalizing my lungs. I look forward to smoking a few cigarettes in the cold, crisp air.

For too long I've been told what to do. Suggestions became dictations and I'm not my own person.
God has a purpose for me, and I don't think that's to be a "yes" man. I am to be obedient and submissive, and I fight for that every day, and a fight myself to die and be that man. But not to roll over and not use my brain.

I'm going to be 23, and that's kind of scary. Makes me think of Jimmy Eat World.
Makes me think that 23 seemed impossible to reach when I was 17.
Knowing that I'm going to move out in the next 6 months and start a new chapter is pretty exciting. So much has happened, and so much still will.

I'm going to say more things than before.
I'm going to do more things than before.
I'm going to go more places than before.
I'm going to be me, who I am in Christ, free, slave, and really hit some areas of life hard.

Soli Deo Gloria