Tied Up

The laces slide through my fingers yet again.
Their dinge slightly impressed upon the inside of my knuckles.
How many days have i repeated such this half awake routine?
Gripped around the ankle to protect it from Hades wretched clutch.

Pulling through to tighten up my day ahead.
I forgot to pop the knuckles of my toes yet again.
They play inside my socks, just off a slight angle for their release.
I'll feel them until i stand and take my steps into the weather.

Bound in leather.

Weary legs that never end their walk.
Run the stairs to save a minute off my time.
Until i sit from where i sat and reverse engineer the process.
Free and sore until morning birds beckon the pattern once more.

Conscious of how it all repeats.
Each sunrise a sigh, and off i go.
Slaved off to suffer so that i may hopefully endure.
Until victory allows me to rest my bones.

Bound in stone.
Nowhere to go.