Pulled along,

leashed to your expectations.

Fast, slow, on course or off,

you set the pace.

I’ve had enough.

I use my weight

and dig in the tread of my shoes.

Resist.

Stop.

We stand at an impasse.

Each staring at the other.

I turn right, you lean left.

I step confidently, changing direction.

I tug, you follow, striding with me.

It is no longer you leading me,

but the two of us traveling side by side.