Up and About

Am moving up and about,

I miss those times of careless freedom,

I embarked on a journey of endless struggles,

To reach a perfect merger,

In the end are choices options,

Or shackles that tether to the north pole,

A state that I didn't fully envision,

But I know to tightly hold on,

So I move about this chasm,

Or should I sit and think of my choices?