Bound

I am pulled back into
Something, though I don't
Know what, quite.
It is the force of history
Dragging me back,
To old habits, a familiar taste, a place
I keep on leaving,
Things I cannot seem to
Work out, no matter how hard I try.

If you think about an impossible puzzle
Too long, too much,
It can drive you to...
Despair, distrust,
Misplaced rage, turned
Inwards, turned outwards.
I put that book away once.
I am not taking it out again.