The din of constant otherness, sameness moves
Forward.
While I stand, forced idle
Show me regret and obligation
Mired in mistimed expectations.
Repetitive, monotone warnings bellow from
Above.
Scold me from your shallow box
Hold me to shouldered debris
Discarded parts of wholes remain.
Wait. Wait.
Directionless paths, would’a and could’a
Behind.
Habits carved in your pavement
Point me wayward and away
Refused signs to reconsider.
Buttons pressed, allured sense of control
Below.
Against my nature and notion of place
Hold me on curbed constraint
Mistrusted stand of stillness.
Wait. Wait.
Lanes marked neatly, cornered with lines
Across.
Defy your colored cautions
Urge me to move diagonal
Rather than transverse you twice.
Traffic timed, moving in all directions
Around.
Unease risen from impatience
Catch me between here and there
Considered if life passed by.
Wait. Wait.
