I remember spending so much time
wondering
how I would get out of this box
this courtyard
these 4 walls and
Pounce right into the outside world,
Climb over into the real place,
where the grown-ups were.
I remember spending so much time
thinking
about adulthood
the illusion of freedom,
the glory of independence
that I didn't
pay attention
to being cocooned,
to the safety nets,
to the carefreeness.
And here I am
In another box,
Dans la cour de château
Nel grande cortile
Realising that the real world
Is really
a set of reversed Matryoshki.
