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