Content in a cage

The vastness of the ocean greatly frightens me
wide empty spaces further than I can see
But I hate a box and I hate a cage
and I hate commitment and I hate the stage
Too much space is a fear as well as too little
the way things are best are right in the middle
controlled by a power I cannot see
but given the freedom to think I am free
I live out my days, content and bemused
firmly believing I'm not being used
But confusion is best to keep me away
from learning the truth for my children will pay
In a sense I am happy being pushed through my life
by messages and words like an invisible knife
they twist me and turn me so I don't have to choose
They have me convinced I've got so much to lose
I am an ocean giant and free
cradled by continents only few really see
Freedoms a myth and choice isn't real
You're always touched by control but just may not feel.