Think of it as a spring.
It's bent and mishapen, but it's not broken.

Hardly,
In Fact, It's Dangerous
It's simply caught up,
waiting.

All the energy is stored,
Every ounce of effort put in ready to pounce.
Just a simple twitch or a small nudge,
a simple movement in the right direction,
Just something, so small, so unnoticable to anything else,
and it could spring forth.
It would unravel,
and suddenly, everything would be the way it should be.

How easy is that? How Painless? How good? How fun?

The thing is,
It's only staying tangled because it's being held,
and nobody's ever letting go.