Slacking ?

At times there comes a slack,

Maybe it's the intent we lack,

Or we are tired and weary,

Of listening and obeying simply,

If feels like the shackles of trust,

Are binding us tightly to our crust,

But only if we could go astray,

Would we really know how to stay,

It's generally not long before,

We realize,

Of the hefty price,

That we are made to pay,

To keep us in control,

In our own mind,

And happily give away,

Our freedom and our time.

Life is full of roadblocks,

Some with, while some without rocks,

Each one has to be dealt with carefully,

So that we can get what we want happily,

It's strange to stumble so often,

But there are no other options,

For if we stopped even for a day,

Who would cover up for the delay ?

What if we could predict it all,

Or maybe get some help,

And make it before the fall,

Would that help us grow and learn,

Or would it simply add more turns ?

A challenge, a contest or a game,

Irrespective of different names,

What life seems to be doing is,

Pushing us towards what remains.