Always going going going
but you never know where you're headed.
Why is that?
Why can't you pick somewhere
instead of running running running
around in my head in circles circles circles
that never seem to end?
But I guess that's the point
of circles anyway,
isn't it?
That they go on and on and on?
I think the real problem is the
uncertainty.
Not the circles or the continuity,
but the uncertainty that you
exude like it's your aura.
If I were a psychic
I wouldn't see a color
surrounding you,
I would see a speed,
and that speed would be fast
because you don't stop but

do you remember where you started?

have you ever just been

still

in the quiet of a star-lit night,

adapting that silent, empty speed to be full of

starlight and

beauty and

uncomplicated questions about

why you don't know where you're going -

is it because you don't know who you are?

because you don't want to know where you've been?

does it matter?

you need to learn to understand that

stillness isn't stagnation,

silence isn't empty,

and having a purpose doesn't diminish the importance of the journey,

it magnifies it.







let the quiet remind you of who you are,

and absorb that stillness

as if you are a sponge

that appreciates time spent

in careful thought

more than the water that fills you

slowly

and drips from your edges.




because you can't go that fast forever,
and
*I'm tired of trying to keep up.