Waiting. Scared.
Or scarred. Or both.
What’s an “r”, when there’s so much
time between the pain and the present?
When there’s so many lies
between the truth and the tale
that we tell ourself in order
to tuck ourself safely into bed each night
to turn the lights out
on another day, another chance
to change to it all, to make
the dreams that haunt our nightmares
become more than just the bitter taste of waking up
not knowing who we are
or who we were
or how we ended up here
Scared. And waiting to understand.
Waiting to know
what came before what comes after
The purpose of the proposition of productivity
when every day is filled with busy
work work work
heads stuck in the
sand sand sand
because running frantically is easier
than knowing.
understanding.
not waiting.
scared.
