The Stasis
I'm not in transit, I'm not moving
the pieces of me are not regrouping
I'm hitting the gas on a car in park
I'm a flickering candle out in the dark
Nothing and more nothing, that's what this is
Just a flat can of cola, I'm out of fizz
I'm not getting better, and hopefully, not worse
a life in neutral- a cruel curse
Nowhere and nowhere, nothing more
I can't seem to change the things I abhor
everything I want, out of control and reach
Useless! A mentor without a right to teach
So the stasis continues, don't I know it
the only way to vent is be a closet poet
It's not PMS, it's not teenage angst-strife
It's the expectation of something more in this life