Life is just happening to me;
I’ve lost the forward momentum,
and found myself unable to catch it.

I don’t know where I’ve been,
or who I’ve been there with.

Unsympathetic hands blend in,
with those of sympathy,
and the world is a wall,
of gray, blurry hands;
both accepting,
and refusing me.

I stare out beyond my borders,
and see the distress,
and and the excitement,
of every opportunity;
yet find myself unable to act,
incapable of moving forward.

I am reminded that,
“Anything but forward is a waste of time,”
but how do I stop wasting time?

The clock ticks,
and tocks,
without solutions.

March 5, 2010