The Rope

Like pulling a long rope,
Which perhaps connects two or more continents,
Terribly long and the end is out of view,
Sometimes you feel like letting go of the grip,
But somehow you feel dat u've pulled too much and gone too far,
Seemingly perhaps the rope strangely contain magnetic forces,
Which makes u hard to decide,
Sometimes you know wut u should do,
But wut u dunno is how u shuld do it,
Sometimes u feel it comes n go,
Like pulling in a moment,
And suddenly comes the sudden pause which stops all the forces and all that matters,
You then have a realization that nothing else is important anymore,
But perhaps it's a perplexed mixture,
A vague concreteness,
Or rather tangled in the in the coarse of the rope..