One step forward
two steps back.
Dancing on toes
and stumbling over feet.
Waltzing in circles
never goes anywhere
and in this tug of war
there's only defeat.
Eight steps left
still is none forward
Moving in a direction
that remains just as pointless.
One step forward.
One step back.
Two steps
to reach the same spot.
Three diagonal.
Four back.
Loosing count
of the beats.
Minutes pass
as heals ache.
A million steps
still no closer to the door.
Which feels better?
One step back?
Or two steps back
one step forward?
None the less
dancing like this
will never go
anywhere.
I call this "another piece I found buried in my notes". Sometimes I swear my work could be plagiarized and I wouldn't even remember writing it to be upset.
YOU ARE READING
We as Humans
PoetryGolden threads from a dirt human. Poetry and philosophy that I write for me and share for you. (Cover art by Gabriel Levesque/@oskadesign)
