The Yoke

I don’t want the yoke. Fuck it. I kick the fucking thing.

I’m happy, I’m satisfied, and I don’t have a promise of love eternal, or monogamy, or even friendship. But I also am not being strung out with the promise that I might get these things if I behave.

I currently have friendship and I’m so happy. There ain’t no restraints on me today.

I get to pursue what I wants. The view of the future is so sweet coz its my future. Not “ours”, not “yours”, mine.