Gotta gotta get out,

gotta gotta get free

can’t you see that I’m trapped?

All these walls around me,

they’re keeping me here,

they’re keeping me “safe”

but they’re trapping me inside.

They tell me I gotta have faith

that everything will turn out well,

that everything will turn out fine,

to not worry or squirm

but to stay right on the line,

that leads into my future,

that leads into the well known

and not to pay attention to that voice on the phone

that tells me to get out

that tells me it’s not good

to be a perfect person

and to never peek under the hood

to see what’s being hidden,

to see what’s out of sight

and to start paying attention

to things that go bump in the night.