Matryoshki

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.