You packed your bags and all alone you wanna ride
You don’t want nothing, don’t need no one by your side
You’re walking tough, baby, but you’re walking blind
To the ties that bind

Glue and cloth, providing a strong cover that holds pages together. A chemical reaction, solidly joining like compounds. A fastener, combining two objects into one – like a boot and a ski.

Or an agreement that cannot be broken without consequence.

As 2021 ends, I’m thinking of bindings.