Pulled in again by reigns unforgiving
Yes, I'm alive but is this what you call living?
It's a centimeter forward only to be jerked back a mile
While I'm expected to sit quiet, listen well, be a more perfect child
The worst kind of control is one you can reclaim
A decedent to your jailer only in name
Wondering through a maze that you know the end to
With the knowledge you're stuck no matter what you do
Is choice with limits really choice at all?
A stumble means nothing if you catch me every time I fall
The tighter you hold me the farther I'll flee
Pulling the bridle from my mouth until I finally control
Me
I always loved this poem. The way it's written is fantastic and my favourite line is Yes, I'm alive but is this what you call living as well as the whole last stanza. Amazing piece of literary art. I think this is the poem that made me realize how good of a writer you are way back. 'Tis my Double-Edged Sword if you will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent use of thought provoking statements, and probing questions. One of my favorites.