Linked into logic- controlled by all that is around me. Trying to break the stronghold- but the clamps hold tight. To struggle is to tangle- to tangle is to tumble- to tumble is to fall. Worried about falling. Will the links always be there? If I fall what will happen? Who will be there with me? Rolling in pain I reach out- Reach out to comfort- Reach out to a friendly hand. All I grab is the links again- Back to sorrow. . .