Mea Máxima Culpa

Laying on my back, watching clouds stroll idly by.
I dream of a rope that could cling to clouds,
That way maybe I wouldn't have to duck or dodge.
I could simply float away from responsibilities blows.
But they would follow, they always do.

And just like that, the bubble bursts
Flinging prickling pins of recollection. After twenty four years of ducking and dodging, today I tried lifting a limb and failed to parry.
Now It's time to pick myself up and shuffle my newly shackled feet in a homely direction.

It's no use trying to pick the lock when all I've got is toothpicks.
I just have to hope that one day soon I'll learn to hear past the clanking

and accept the ligaments of liability.