The Secret Tie

The right is tight while spending might,
but debt becomes the secret tie.
I regret, it collects. I throw a die
and a trail narrows how I write.

If I know I am bright while being light,
then why can't this weight die?
The right is tight while spending might,
but debt becomes the secret tie

to the dyes of wishes in strait
that continually, unwisely bind
to the set of regrets that I buy
from an incarcerated sight,
a roping right, roping tight, 
                                        while spending might.