Bonds and vagabonds
looking down on me
Am I staring at you?
You could care less.
And I have handcuffs on me,
with a tie extending into the
ground under the dark mass?
'this is torture, let go, I'm a vagabond!'
but your blackness absorbs it all
Right, I am speaking to a wall
(that's real smart)
Have to pull free from this abyss,
never fetched pale of water
but I try to reach into this well(hole)
and yank the tether that only
keeps getting longer and longer
Weary, I turn around to a scene-
sunny and aquamarine
(in hindsight, I'd say-
Is this a fucking joke?)
there's the calm waters,
loose waves calling me
I step off from the darkness,
the soft tepid sand
hugging my toes
as my feet glide the surface.
Will I get there? Doubts.
This anaconda of a bond
in my hands tells me- maybe.
One step, two and three, there's no pull,
I reach the moist grains
a few more and then, splash!
the cool water bathing my feet.
I did, make it here.
Could I go further?
I'm about find out, wave after wave
washing away all the uncertainty.
The next one wrestles with me
handcuffs thrown a few feet away,
that's when it hits,
trembling, I stare at the truth in my hands-
Only I was holding the shackles
all along, not the other way around (fuck)
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