Inhibited

I want to walk on mountains.
I want to touch the sky.
Why must I sit
Quietly
As the world passes me by?

I want to feel the ocean
Swelling beneath my feet.
Why am I still
Imprisoned
With adventures still to meet?

I'll never scale a mountain,
Explore a new frontier,
While I am still
Cowering
In my prison-house of fear.

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