-You know what’s wrong with you,Miss Whoever-you-are?
You’re chicken
you’ve got no guts
You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say,okay, life’s a fact
people do fall in love, people do belong to each other,
because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness
You call yourself a free spirit,a“wild thing”
and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage
Well baby ,you’re already in that cage you built it yourself
And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip,Texas,or in the east by Somali-land
It’s wherever you go
Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself