The repetitive motion

So small
A toe in a shoe
Up and down
A beat of 120
In its own metronome

The bouncing of a leg
The calming movement
The concept or being ok
But is it
When it bounces like a bunny?

Then the hands
Knuckles knocking
So fast so long
Surprising the bones haven't chipped away like stone being carved

Simple
And completely uncontrollable
"Just stop shaking"
I would if I could
But like out of controlled coaster
I just have to ride it out
Until the body crashes from exhaustion

So empty
So hollow
Yet still wishing
On the impossible to happen

Perhaps one day
Before years take their toll
And my hair turns grey
I will get to enjoy the lights

Soft glows in the night
A single color among them
A simple walk
Hand in hand

Ah yes
What a dream
The impossible is

Innocent and naive
Small and young
Pretty and warm

But the edges are frayed
The frame a little chipped
The wood spilt
And hanging by a thread

Stich and thread
Time and effort
So much strength
To and another thread
Onto that nail

One by one
A picture is hung back up
It is not what it was
Nor what it could have been

The wood has rot
The nail a little bent
But the picture still hangs
And beautiful and straight as ever