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I think I've lost my mind again,
although, always the elusive nomad,
it often escapes my barricades.
Running about, racing along
Alleyways and hidden passages,
Through doors clearly marked
with skulls and crossbones
Free from my leather gloved choke hold,
Ambling through dangerous corridors
That I have endlessly told it
are very off limits.
And I, scrambling and searching,
calling out names with a taxi whistle,
Lease and lock in my hand
Try to reign in the unruly.
Only keeping it from harm,
Strong tie downs in the yard
Must be dug deeper,
Deeper into the warm core of the Earth.
Or is it hell? Doesn't matter,
as long as control is the master
Running circles around the post
in a carefully measured radius.
Feet on the ground in familiar pathways
No dreaming allowed,
Because I said so, don't ask me.
Just stay right here and be quiet.
Keeping an eye out, try not to blink
Don't think, just watch
Do not get distracted
Sharp darts can come any moment
Perhaps it will tire from tugging,
Gnawing the rope
it is trying to sever
I have retied them as tight as I can
Maybe one day it will curl up and die
And I can relax for the first time ever
Never again chasing the sin
Of mental sprinter's endless endeavor.
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