Free?

So here I am, alone and free from prying eyes to do as i want for the next few weeks, But here i am still...Just as if i was "jailed/leashed" as some might see it. I don't get it; well maybe i do. I mean it could just be that the prison i soo affectionately refer to as my life, is just all in my head. Though if what i have right now, if this life i'm living is really just one big jailhouse, what does it mean when i'm a so called "Freeman"?

Do i get glasses, a bio suit and start fighting back hordes of angry aliens with a crowbar? Does my skin get  changed and i get a golden voice? Do i start running for Australia?

Well here i am, in the same place with nothing holding me back, and i'm not doing anything. I've become too depended on others to make me happy, THIS.NEEDS.TO.STOP

I can't do this anymore, but i don't know how to walk again, and well jumping into the deep end didn't work so well last time. The sun is up, i'm gonna go for abit and put on the some of the old colours and wonder around...maybe something will stick this time