Daddy Long Legs

The distance crept in,
Is purposive and pragmatic.
The odds escalated,
Are just an escape-
Keeping the often abused
'Long term' in focus.
Varied definitions,
Of the rationale of action,
May be collated-
As an argument against the air-borne.
But if flight, is such a dream-
Why not gratify and not choose social sanctity?
Bonds, aren't for the fickle.
Words of responsibility and duty,
Thrash and enmesh,
Into an unseen obscene.
Thoughts of you do pervade,
What you feel, believe and want-
For in the aqueous world,
The amphibian had loved you supreme.
Yet all the yearnings,
Remain obtuse,
To an aimless sense of direction.
Oxymorons, therefore,
Direct the arrow in motion,
As phone calls,
Get constricted to a seconds count,
And the number of words shared or uttered,
Be confined to a meticulous measure.
Defiance, may be a summary-
But expectations and validations,
Must have a validity too.
In no-one's favor,
Should the aimless float.
Selfish, you say?
Aye. That be true.
But a vision to the miles ahead-
Only has pitfalls of the many questions-
That the spindle-shaped invertebrate,
Must escape.
For the answers are few and bold-
And may not be palatable,
When evinced in the raw.