Sometimes you spin the roulette to see what will happen. You spin it hard and fast and you try to believe that fate will kick you to a nice place, something good will happen. Most certainly something defining happens. Suddenly there’s a road life asks you to travel. You refuse, you refuse so much you create your own road. You’re far away from the initial road, occasionally you venture back to it, but every time you return to your own road and try to see if it hasn’t changed course. Unfortunately it appears to circle all around the place and it’s full of regret. It’s the road of freedom; you tell yourself. In fact it’s your own prison.