The Momentum
There used to be a time in my life
when the moment mattered.
Now, nothing is moving.
Everything is a steady motionlessness.
More stagnant than Dweller’s Pond.
Time clicks off
seconds, minutes, hours, days,
and always my heart
is in the same place.
There used to be days
when I woke up breathless.
Now, the air is so thick
just living is labored.
If I move forward again
is it to late to regain my momentum?
January 18th, 2008 at 12:14 pm
…busy ???…you weren’t busy…admit it, you just didn’t have enough momentum…