I’ve a collar around my neck
though I can’t see it.
I feel it every time
my master, the Time,
pulls the leash.
I wag my invisible tail then
and run around
doing tricks, expecting treats.
The smallest of delay
tightens the collar
around my neck
as Time pulls me
towards the next task,
reminding me
how little I mean to him.
I am just a means to the end.
Author’s note: Do you ever feel the same?
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 