Stuck

I dreamt about the future.
Unravelling and revealing.
Yet all they do is talk it back.
I’d been beyond before.
Far away and out of reach.
Such things I’d seen.
Now the stars drip down like lies off a tongue.
Hold it and eat them. Consume.
Cough.
Try to let me in again, though a distant world away.
An outcast to the tribe.
This could be the saddest day.
And though I get lyrical, as I always will.
Tarred and caught in the well-placed trap.
I ask that you touch me once more.
I am trying.
Come walk these shoes and wear this soul.
Give me new direction.
So easy to get stuck.
But not the other way around.

 

 

3 thoughts on “Stuck

  1. It’s, usually, the stubbornness of our own thoughts that keeps us, from, moving, forward in life, and once we realize that, we still, need to work harder, to, get ourselves, out of that, state of mind of, being, stagnant, to finally move beyond it.

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