Yo-Yo

  To be a Yo-Yo must be hard not knowing when it might end,
Up and down going back and forth again and again,
Tied to a string it tries but can't get away,
Wrapped around your finger and you just play.

Not sure if you're coming or going it's always the same,
Catch and release hot and cold just a game,
Getting pulled back when you get  free,
For the Yo-yo this is how it be.
  
  To be caught then let go being stripped of your trust,
Just keeps trying breaking free a must,
Then the string breaks and the Yo-Yo rolls away,
Under the dresser the Yo-Yo still hides today.

                                     I Am Zero