Fighting

To hold hands
Is to be in chains.

Yours is a limitless force
That needs unboundedness
And to test the limits of reality.

Moments of peace,
Fleeting,
When I can hold you
Are but a conspiracy of entropy.
Then you spin and twist and thrash
And are scattered.

As you charge off into
Nowhere,
You turn back
And I know that, whilst I can’t hold you,
You need me nearby.

I follow.