My Oxymoronic Plea

Freedom is what we fight for But security is what we crave And like a feign, I need it badly Because all this freedom is trapping me Making me unsure of the possibilities Where as, security would secure me From my mind Cause at the moment it's running Like the leaky faucet And nothing will stop it But some security See, that would tuck me in at night Just long enough to get me to sleep So I can have sweet dreams Or beautiful nightmares Possibly any and everything in between Because I'm searching for secure freedom Or free security In a world where the two is mutually exclusive I need them intertwined But maybe equal balance is something I'll never find In this world where we ask for things we don't want And reject the things we need most Just to get by While living this oxymoron