The coil that's taut at the close of each day,
That begs to be softened, unclenched.
Alleviate the strength that clasps tighter
And lay weak in vulnerability.
You are you, built for years.
Do not deface what you have made,
It will help but throw you deep;
Distinguishing detachment from
Determined dispositions.
We will find out what presses us
If you will care to know.
But please ask, if I will tell.
The discomfort is popular, common
Yet unique to each.
I am not justified
To experience this luxury.
Yet tell me otherwise.
For fears of melting into monotony
Of the brain I have built.
Don't let it be in vain.
Soften the tightness
Or the coil will snap
And intricacies will deteriorate
Into harmful tsunanimous
Shows of unrepresentative truth.