refusing to move

wanting to stay

hating the thought of freedom

needing nothing more than bondage

making its way to remain rooted on the spot

seconds flutter

minutes move in agitation

hours gone scurrying

days had been bullying it off

yet it refuses to move

it wants to stay

hating the thought of freedom

needing nothing more than bondage

making its way to remain undone

months hurtling in a jiffy

years leaping without backward glances

still it refuses to move

it wants not to budge

never wanting the thought of freedom

needing nothing, save a single whisper of reason

making its way to remain rooted on the spot

creating a chance to believe

that somehow it can depend