A talisman of sorts

It helps to steer my day

Telling me what to do

Each time I drift away

I think myself immune

But realize I’m very wrong

When I find myself glance over,

The urge is just too strong

It’s such a little object

To have such an intense draw

But it’s sway is overwhelming

Until I get to my last straw

That’s it, I’m done, it’s over

I refuse to play this game

I promise to put it away

At least, until it calls my name…