Caught in the white-knuckled grips
with just enough wiggle room to ascertain
the futility inherent in my persistent struggling
good thing hopeless situations
don't have the tendency to stop me
still I bear the awareness
that if it ever lets me go
or I ever manage to shake it loose
I may be too weak and weary
to walk my path despite the sweet winds
of liberation coursing through me
perhaps I was far too presumptuous
in my take on its motivation
maybe it doesn't mean to imprison me,
or even kill me
only to get me just
where it only and truly can,
draining me of my precious vitality.
with just enough wiggle room to ascertain
the futility inherent in my persistent struggling
good thing hopeless situations
don't have the tendency to stop me
still I bear the awareness
that if it ever lets me go
or I ever manage to shake it loose
I may be too weak and weary
to walk my path despite the sweet winds
of liberation coursing through me
perhaps I was far too presumptuous
in my take on its motivation
maybe it doesn't mean to imprison me,
or even kill me
only to get me just
where it only and truly can,
draining me of my precious vitality.
