Rebellious

I was raised a creature of habit, My clan worked like a locomotive. Our land, our territory. The borders were the extreme. I was taught to question nothing, Told to do my task, and no more. For years I sat at my drawing board, Planning, scheming, waiting. I will not rust, another cog in this machine. When the time is right, I’ll detach, fall free from this engine. And if I see no exit, I’ll blow out my chambers, And roll into the borderlands