7-3-17 Trying To Move

 we're waiting 

trying to see the earth from a different angle 

trying to figure out this mess we've made out of broken bones and frantic metaphors 

trying to piece ourselves back to the way we used to be 

when things were...okay

just okay

even then we wanted more 

what makes it any different when the clocks ran past us

we've stopped to examine the mess instead of the hope that lies ahead

waiting for us to notice 

fingers clutch shattered letters of regret 

train tickets to the future locked in a box under our beds

but still we complain we haven't moved 

that the clock has beat us

where is the passion?

where has the excitement gone?

stop waiting 

keep trying, cause sometimes that's all we can do 

•trying to move•