• I should be somewhere. Running.
    Not here where I feel the moments. Wasted.
    Waiting for novelty to rain. Searching.
    I want to move but I’m stuck. Static.

    It seems I have no reason. Waiting.
    Apathy throws me to confusion. Wondering.
    The world then carries on. Turning.
    Even when I’m here doing nothing. Passing.

    Silence is a lullaby. Teasing.
    Stillness is its accompaniment. Unrelenting.
    While everything is kinetic. Pressing.
    I’m here wishing I could have their purpose. Grudging.

    Left behind. Thinking.
    Before, what was I doing? Remembering.
    Did I have dreams, too, I was chasing? Pursuing.
    But now long gone and forsaken. Forgotten?

    I do not fancy sleep as before. Lying.
    But death is the mercy of a listless soul. Hoping.
    Is it easier to never start and expect? Hating.
    If so, to exist is my crime and shall fall to oblivion.

    No.

    Once more, I want to try. Struggling.
    Again, I’ll have to play my cards. Preparing.
    Over and over, even failing. Enduring.
    And for now, I’ll go. Advancing.