New Rules In Town

I am angry.
I’ve been waiting for Permission.

​It’s been there
Dangling just ahead of me
On the maze of my own making.
Always just ahead.  
I put it there, too
Part of my 
Brilliantly designed maze.  

What would I do if I had it?
I would take up space.
Take up what space?
There’s plenty of space.
More than I could possibly use up.

​I caught up to the Permission.
And it was just a little piece of paper 
Dangling from a stick.
No authority behind it. 
But my own illusion.  

Baby, there are new rules in town.