How can I be inside when all I want is to go outside and croon to the moon?

How can I be inside when all I want is to run with the night air rushing in my ears and wrapping me in sweet cold breath?

How can I be inside when I all I want is to dance beneath the stars with the soft sounds of night birds as my soundtrack?

How can I be inside when all I want is the feeling of my feet pounding earth and my muscles pushing in pulling in hot heat and strength of the road?

How can I be inside when all I want is my time with her, my love, my eternal friend, the one who will always hear my voice?

The night. The road. The earth. The wind.

How they call out to me and yet I must be here caged within the walls for an oath I have which is known as homework and that which might never compare to she is my heart.

Heart in the beating of my feet on her paths.
Heart in the beating of my feet on her paths that supplies the rythem to my songs and the tempo of my thoughts.
Heart in the beating of my feet on her paths that will lead me ever onward should I simply choose to keep going, should I simply choose to follow, should I simply choose to break my oath to homework, to man, to modernity, to the "way".... if only I kept going and never went back inside the walls born from earth and yet made to be seperate. Who are they to deny the nature of themselves.
We speak of "man made" and there is no such thing. We all composites of the same basic atoms and composites even of electrons, protons and neutrons so really we are so much more the same and so much of everything around us. How can we say we are superior to that which we are made up of?

How?