The moment passes me still
So fast, so fast. The stagnant I,
Stays grounded in transition,
The crossroads where a choice is present
Is unappealing. The want near naught
The will close to will not.
Yet! I complain. Motivate! I scream
Mentally; that drains me. Ah well
Ah well. These are periods of rest,
Recuperative thought, my next move,
Always the biggest, my last move
Always the step. Up the ladder I go,
I deserve a memorable rest.