Things are standing stone cold still,
They have been for a long time,
Motionless against my will,
Hopelessly seeking a sign.
Others’ cycles circle on,
Growing and breaking before my fixed stare,
They wonder where it all went wrong,
A question I can no longer bear.
Now I sit in useless indecision,
Not knowing whether to step forward or back,
Wading toward either clouds my vision,
Remaining here cuts no slack.
The world is spinning and changing,
Passing me by in a breathless breeze,
Chances come, messages exchanging,
Every one I fail to seize.
Preferring life frozen in the present.
Cherishing moments from my own crescent.
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