my life has reached a crawl
an impasse a standstill
of which i cannot move forward –
back and forth and round and round
part of a cycle that goes on and on
until we reach a

stop

as it ceases to be of importance
significance lost?
the moment long past
to move to change to grow
it is here i stay the same until we

Stop.

See how I conform to the mold.
Oh how I make myself look like you,
How I make myself be like you.
The ways I make believe
When I know I have reached a

Crawl.

The slow moving motion.
A sleep ridden devotion.
Devoid of emotion.
But full of commotion.
Like a poisonous potion.

Crawl.

My life has reached a crawl.