To a Halt -
When the clock ticks to a halt
Is when the essence of 'momentary’ dawns.
Short-lived smiles and snuggles.
These moments will now be a memory of bygones.
But as I move ahead how do I stand up,
Hold my head high and continue to walk?
There are so many opportunities my way
How do I decide which ones to let go...?
I’m falling, running, crumbling down to the floor–
For I know not what to do.
My feet just keep running but there’s no sense of direction.
I’m flowing down a river of tears, drenched in self-made misery. Yet I smile.
Is my optimism at its highest peak?
Cause in all of this I’m still staring at how pretty the skies are, and I smile.
Sunsets are soothing and warm as your embrace once felt, and I smile unconsciously.
Ferry rides feel like metaphorical escapes– fly me Captain Hook,
I wanna disappear towards the moon, into the clouds. I smile at the thought of it.
I’m scared though. Of ever leaving this eden of mine.
Can I stay longer? Let others leave! let this be my place to reside.
In between you and me, there are oceans, & I prefer them.
I want to live far away, feel summer leave.
Lock time into frozen lakes. Please let me stay.
Let me and my fairytales be lost in their own world.
For I do not know what is going on.
For every time the clock ticks to a halt.
My world shakes a little, but then it goes on.
