Baited Weight

And so, tender hooked, I wait. 
Calm, captured, taken by fate. 

But not the kind fighting to get free,
Not punished, nor angry, nor without liberty.

There was no struggle, when the net was cast,
Yet here I stand, my feet held fast.

The freedom, his escape, is not mine to make, 
I'm just a bystander, my smile a fake.