'These Ties'

I have made them -
These ties.
With you,
To you.
Keeping me,
Crushing me.

Plans? Solutions?
They're yours.
I have only thoughts, ideas.
Nothing frozen or set.

Desire to run, to fly,
To leave?
Like a residue -
Going, never gone.

It's a choice.
Nothing more and everything less.
Living, I figured, comes at every cost.

You see?
This world never waits.
Will you?

Because I have made them -
These ties.
With you,
To you.

Strung so young.