Caught Up

so glide away on soapy heels

and promise not to promise anymore

The new world promises many things. It promises freedom.

It promises fulfilment and content.

I do not think the new world ran this by the rules of life.

Something has to give way - to concede. When i am caught

between the ocean and the shore; between safe and risk,

there are two things that are certain. 

When i am caught up in the influx of

emotions and the unforgiving binary vision of logic, 

two things are bound to happen.

One of them is change and the other is pain.

and when you come around again

then i will take the chain from off the door.

the chain, ingrid michaelson.