Are you telling me a story?

Giving me imagined characters

whose uncertain fates matter

enough to keep me caring

 

Are they me

wrestling with every struggle

choosing wrong choices

before our turning point?

 

Are you showing me a story

Giving me heroes and villains

who take less-traveled paths

which I can never walk

live thrilling lives

that I can never live?

 

On which side of the wall am I?

inside the story?

outside the room?

Is that honeysuckle

for feasting at the banquet

or woodbine

to hold me in bondage?

Are you showing me liberty

obtained or unattainable?

Should I try to escape

or am free?