I’m held back. I feel repressed. I see their numbers. Should I be impressed. Stare me down. What will I do. I’ll walk away. But someday I won’t walk away. By themselves. They are so confined. The things they’ve done. They don’t fade in time. Here they come. To push me around. This time. Can I walk away? But this time. I won’t walk away. Someday I won’t walk away. Someday we won’t walk away