Perpetual State of Indecision

Running away from outstretched arms,

arms connected to a body that wants

to consume me, hold me in its possession,

melt with me.

 

I run away and then stand aloof,

confused by its smoke and bright lights.

Words of heart, feelings of fire, call out to me

dying to be quenched.

But I want to obliterate it,

get away from obligation, explanation,

be freed from revealing myself.

 

My only power lies in playing the game.

Staying in a perpetual state of indecision,

I make you teeter on this edge as you

continue to try to change my mind, reprogram

the computer to do what you like.

 

I'm running out of clever ways to stifle you.

I feel the chains slowly descending

over my paralyzed wrists.  If I break out

violently I risk lacerations, but if I stay

there will be confrontation-

for which I have no defense.