I’m going to my orientation soon at the Auburn Correctional Facility, a nearby prison, and I’m supposed to wear clothes not tight and not short, but it’s also humid and a billion degrees. I am stuck
At some point you have to make a decision. Boundaries don’t keep other people out; they fence you in. Life is messy, that’s how we’re made. So you can waste your life drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines that are way too dangerous to cross. Here’s what I know: If you’re willing to take a chance, the view from the other side is spectacular.
It’s crazy, I’m thinking, just knowing that the world is round
And here I’m dancing on the ground
Am I right side up or upside down?
Is this real, or am I dreaming…