It pulls you as much as you pull it
It pulls you as much as you pull it.
You’re both master and slave to each other,
Satisfying your raster of cravings in destructive instants.
And in those instants when the cage feels sweeter,
You’re trapped further by some form of trance.
It pulls you as much as you pull it
It pulls you as much as you pull it.
You draw it towards you, feeling like an eagle
Patrolling your turf, oblivious to the nails sinking into
Your hands, as delusional you feel you’re in control.
You’re not. Each pull of yours meets Newton’s memento.
It pulls you as much as you pull it
But won’t push you even if you push it.
What ?! That’s the puzzle that rings the alarm:
You’re stuck in a draining flooded tub
And elusive are the objects which could grab your arm
And yank you out. Even when this beast was but a cub,
It pulled you much more than you pulled it
It’s pulling you much more than you can push it.
(c) Nyonglema
waghni 