Painted In a Corner

I've Painted Myself into a Corner

Somewhere between best intentions,
And the way things turn out to be,
I find myself painting it black,
In delirium of how to get free.

Like some professional carpenter,
I've followed instructions,
Nailed inflections down to a tee.
I've done what I was told I wanted
Not capable of breaking free.

Just another chain in the link
That binds me to this earth,
I exercise prudent a judgement
Whenever dealt, and re-dealt self worth.

I've painted myself in a corner.
The wet black paint won't dry overnight.
I sit and bemoan in a quandry,
Will it be like this for the rest of my life?