Come, hang yourself

That is what you are
and that is what you will be
a fly stuck in jaggery
in a cloying bondage.

Once in a while you metamorphose
into a free bird with a will to fly
but you go a distance and are brought
down by an innocent shooter.

You are that fly again and start over.

when will you give up trying?
We are all waiting here
deep in the gluey gloom
Come on. Come over.
Freedom is an illusion even in the open sky
with its endless traps.
Come, hang yourself to this pivot
and let the breeze vacillate you between infinities.