I can't shake the feeling that this is not where I belong. At times it seems to work, but then everything falters. Or maybe it's just me. Encased and mute, I'm sick with unrest and uncertainty that refuse to be expelled. Where is my freedom? I feel I'm walled in, with little room to turn, let alone to dance. Then again, it could be I am my only obstacle, and the world is not too blame. But how do I fix that? Bogged down by inhibition, life isn't really at all.