Ever tightening.
Winding.
Twisting.
There is this stranglehold...
The wind tightens it
Your hands manipulate it.
Pick up the scissors.
Cut the hold.
You'll be freer.
Feel looser.
Let go, there is fun, there is work
Responsibilities last forever.
There is no lever,
That shuts them off at the switch in the cool of day.
This chokehold that you release is
Pressure eased.
Happiness.
Freedom.
Once you realize you're not confined.
Strive instead to become
Defined.
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