THERE'S A CATCH


You may believe you're wild and free
in your innocence of being;
But there's a gulf between what you see
and what you should be seeing.

Whatever you may think or say,
and regardless of your feelings,
There are strings attached and hidden away
like the cobwebs in your ceilings.

For there's a catch to feeling the sunshine;
There's a catch to feeling the shade;
There was a catch to your genetic line
when you were being made.

There's a catch to being born here;
There's a catch to having a name;
There's a catch to feeling love or fear,
and there's a catch to every flame.

You may think you've got relationships
where strings are not attached;
But truth will not escape their lips
if you ask them, "What's the catch?"

You're a tool for every fellow man
who makes you think you're not:
A bouncing ball, a boomerang,
a cog within a plot.

Miss Fortune's knocking on your door
with flowers in her hair.
You know quite well you've met before -
She's self-righteous, but fair.

She says your future is a bliss
that she will soon endorse.
Make sure before you're signing this,
her price is not remorse.

For there's a catch to every movement
you're permitted to perform;
There's a catch to each improvement
in any shape or form.

There's a catch to introductions;
There's a catch to getting paid;
There's a catch to tax deductions;
There's a catch to getting laid.

The strings are on computer banks,
and they're blowing in the air;
They're on each note expressing thanks
They're hidden everywhere.

You may say that you'll give everything
and want nothing in return;
But if you think that dissolves one string,
you've still got a lot to learn.

For there's a catch to being wealthy;
There's a catch to being broke;
There's a catch to being healthy;
There's a catch to snorting coke.

And there's a catch to every handshake;
There's a catch to every smile;
There's a catch involved to get a break,
and they've got them all on file.

There's a catch to being blue-eyed;
There's a catch to growing old;
There's a catch to why your aunt died
and her house now being sold.

So look around and recognize
what all these catches are.
They're always lurking in disguise
between here and the nearest star.

And every catch and string and lock
that stabs you like a knife
is just another bar or block
to keep you in this life.

For there's a catch to buying
bread and water for your cell.
There's also a catch to dying
to going to heaven or to hell.

And there's a catch to resting in space
without body, mind or soul.
There's a catch to being no place
and to playing no man's role.

The only way in this final verse
to beat this crafty catch
is to scan the entire universe
to find its equal match.

- Tarjei Straume, Phoenix 1980

 

 

Poetry Index

next poem

Search this site powered by FreeFind