Imbalanced at heart
So often I press restart
but nothings starting over,
I'm just pushing myself back
There's so much I lack.
I'll stay in old habits,
So I don't have to face it;
My avoidance.
Even when I try to be right,
I'm still wrong.
My last finger is slipping from the dogs tail,
Will she turn around and bite me or disappear?
I sit and wait to see the ending,
But it never comes.
The globe keeps spinning
And time moves on, leaving me unwinding.
Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 8:32 AM UTC
Imbalanced at heart
So often I press restart
but nothings starting over,
I'm just pushing myself back
There's so much I lack.
I'll stay in old habits,
So I don't have to face it;
My avoidance.
Even when I try to be right,
I'm still wrong.
My last finger is slipping from the dogs tail,
Will she turn around and bite me or disappear?
I sit and wait to see the ending,
But it never comes.
The globe keeps spinning
And time moves on, leaving me unwinding.
