If You're Going To Feel Trapped, Don't Do It Alone

I'll bring a ball of string, to our next supper

You may interrogate me, among other things, on lovers

Walls will be built, and they will be sturdy

And for the most part, needed

Your words will wind a maze that I'll let be built around me

And I'll keep that ball of string to escape before you've found me

At this supper they'll be no contention, nor any strife

You want me to be free, and I want your life

You'll peek round corners of the maze you'll design

See me stand, lost and resigned,

Beside me a trail of string lying in the ground

And in your hands there will be no lighter, scissors or shears to cut

Because you know I need my safety, and you need my trust

So we'll sit and we'll eat and when it is all finished

You'll go and watch TV, and I'll wash the dishes

We'll both feel lovely, calm and respected

Surrounded by walls we never erected

Yes, we'll both be content in our suburban home

Because if you're going to feel trapped,

Don't do it alone