What is the worst?

                                    

                                          
Some mornings I wake up and I wish
                          
 that I could do whatever, go wherever, love whoever. 
                          
I wish that I could decide 
                          
what is appropriate and what is not decent at all.
                          
 To choose for me what I should pursue.
                          
 But then again some nights I go to sleep wishing,
                          
 that somebody else would decide what will tomorrow bring. 
                          
For somebody to tell me this is how it is
                          
and there will be no exceptions, no options B.
                          
Every little thing would be set out for me.
                          
It would be easier, wouldn't it?
                          
 But life is somehow in the middle
                          
and it is the worst.
                          
A middle of two shores of 'you have to' and 'do whatever you want'.
                          
Between I could run away right now and I have to do the math. 

                          
 And every night I tell myself that tomorrow I will stand. 
                          
For all that I believe in for everything I am.
                          
 But every morning I wake up and I do just as I'm told
                          
shut down my ideas for someone else's rules.
                          
 Isn't that the worst?