The future looms, staring me in the face
Pulling, tugging and prompting me in to place.

The handcuffs snap, binding me
The chains pulling my hands further and further away from the cord of freedom that keeps me going.

Pushing, Pulling, Prodding, Poking.
The future, so seductive.
Tricking me in to wanting, but withholding.
A worse tease than any girl,
Confusing me until my head starts to whirl.

Do I go or do I stay?
I really have no say.
Things will go as planned...