Pulled Taut

I have feet sewn to winding roads. I think if you can picture this, you may see someone waving arms wildly to maintain balance. That, or someone trying extremely hard to move forward, like a mouse with someone standing on its tail. I feel that these both describe me at times. It's normal. But I'd like to take some shears to these binding stitches.

It's frustrating to know that everyone feels what I believe I am describing as discontent. It's even more disheartening to know that I don't have a reason to be discontent. My life is a good one and I enjoy it. There shouldn't be underlying anything but joy. This is a terrible curse. Good God, can't you come on?