unbalanced

I want to be little again. I want to be picked up and swung around and not have a care. I want to escape.
and the other side of me says thinks, escape? no, I don't need to escape, I can deal with things. because I don't want to run away like some helpless escapist.
I know what will make me feel better. I think I'll vent on my drums. shut that damn phantom of the opera music off, turn on the punk rock.