We willingly create ties
which cut off circulation
rubber band life styles
pent up energy
removing blood flow
constricting oxygen
We release the knots
only to bounce right back into confusion
So we lace up our boots
and march on
until we can’t feel our toes
Thinking this determination will yield positive results
But eventually, you won’t be able to walk
Now we sit
stuck behind desks
covering our anguish with tailored suits
Pressed shirts and sharp collars
with bow-ties we forfeit our last breath
Tethered to investments
with very low returns
After long days
we trade these collars in
Only to put on ones with leashes
handed over to those that drag us
pull us
and bark commands
Never allowing us to walk freely
for fear of losing control
So they keep us close
Choking our spirit
We “stay” like a good pet
Because, well, that is what you’re supposed to do
This life
This everyday life
We perpetuate freely
Until the last heartbeat
And there is no
Life
Left
