Grounded

I delight in teasing the willful logic that keeps me tethered to its side.
Me:
"Let me go strange bedfellow."
Captor:
"What? And let you float away?"
Me:
"Your restraints are chafing me."
Captor:
"You think that everything that is necessary is chafing."
Me:
"But I want to be free."
Captor:
"Free to do what?"
Me:
"Stop asking me that. Told you already that I don't know."
Captor:
"You'll be free enough when you're dead."
Me:
"You don't know that. Besides, I told you I wanna be reincarnated as an flower. Maybe then I'll enjoy being grounded."
Captor:
"Don't get clever with me. Keep talking like that and I'm going to hug you harder."