Inertia

See everyone’s off doing their own thing now

Driving cars and getting jobs

Acing those tests and planning for college 

Thriving with all the others and waiting for no one

Everyone’s growing up weather they like it or not 

Blooming and growing into who they are 

Maturing if you will

They’re becoming members of society

Having purpose and meaning in their lives 

Constantly coming and going

In a straight track that makes sense and works

Swimming with the current 

In perfect harmony 

Becoming important 

Individuality and all that

But where am I? 

I am stuck in a constant state of movement 

yet I’m not moving an inch

An object in constant motion that wishes to do everything 

Yet I’ve lost any will to do so before I’ve started 

I wish to heal the world

Bring back creativity and purpose 

Use words and imagery to motivate the world 

But it’s like my legs are broken 

Snapped in two by all that’s around me

and I still wish to dance 

Hear the bones crunch as the audience watches the struggle 

Honestly that’s how it feels 

Because healing the world takes a lot 

And sitting on a couch stressing about it doesn’t take as much

I’m an overachiever 

But I’m not actually doing anything to achieve 

I’m a completionist 

Yet I hesitate at the finish line

I’m a wild animal 

But only in the sense that I sleep all day

I counteract myself 

Begging to do more

Be better

All at once

But all at once becomes too much

Too much and I end up staying seated staring at the wall 

Stuck in inertia

Something something one more line about inertia…

Ugh I don’t even want to finish the poem