spinning circles down, then up. too briefly suspended in moments of now. your tricks, my treat. attached and bound to twisted strands that form this string. IT my only hope. the life-line to reach my greatest potential. my energy brought to life by the tug of your hand. put creativity into my movements or cut me free so ill lay unamused. needing engagment for without i am still. wind me up so that i can fall into possibilty just to return and bounce back into your unforgiving hand. you bring life to me. having to surrender my desires to your control. this design, a flaw. independence, my illusion. i am your yo-yo and you my only friend.