Crash, Burn, Watch...

I'm in a box.
More like a maze.
The one where they experiment with mice,
watch them run around to see if they can find their way.

Except I'm a person.
Not exempt of flaws,
failures,
I am imperfectly perfect.

Though life, experiences
have shown if not repeated themselves time and time again...
I keep making the same mistakes. This must be apart of the deal.

I want to layout on the beach.
With my laptop.
Finish my book.
And work.

Without interruptions,
without hateration,
without thinking twice...

I want to just be.
That is a hard thing to do.

Especially since everyone's loyalty is on the line