You're stuck

No
I'm still
I'm watching
I'm tuning
going in
holding strong

You're stuck

I'm ready to burn
in one big fire
but not
before my time

You're stuck

I'm still here
I'm happy
I'm proud
I usually fall asleep smiling

You're stuck

No
I'm biting off more
while still chewing down today
where else should I go
and leave half done

You're stuck

No
I know the anchors
that weigh more than I can out balance
and I grow elsewhere
and use them
for stability

You're stuck

No
I can withstand the wind
and the dark cover of clouds
with average intention
and calm hands

You're stuck

I'll return
in time
to all I ever was
all else
is alive and living its own life out

You're stuck

No, I'm still
ready to burn
ready to be dropped
in the bucket I match up with

You're stuck

No
I stay
it's nearly the same
and depends on who you are
and how close you grow

You're stuck

No
I live and wait to die
happy as I can
there are so many trying
to fly
we can't all take
to feather

you re stuck

no
we drop
lower
and I care
less
every evening

while I fall short of your expectations
I over achieve my goal of survival
that while simple for most has been a struggle for me
every day

you're stuck

only in talking
to you
in defending what needed nothing
until you called for it

you're stuck

only in you
in all you do and create
and only in
doing the right and full
thing
to live

you're stuck

only to be
to being true
to being

you're stuck

No

you're stuck

No

you're stuck

no
and you know it
how this
will play out

how it will win
live and die

you're stuck

yes

yes

only for so long
when the last
of youth
leaves my bones
and then
not stuck as much as
just settled

you're stuck

No
not yet
not today
and not tomorrow
come back
some other time
and let me build
from here
all that is
to me
you're here
but not on time
and not really watching what
we are
doing

now

welcome
or goodbye
take one

fog

no
no longer

I know
no longer

what we
stand for

confused
by goals

goals
that lack the vision
and purpose

purpose that
our obeying bones will follow
in the name of anything more

vision
that lasts
and stands
on its own thumbs

no
no longer

no longer
do the crumbs of glass
glisten
in the sunset

not through this fog
and salty sea wind
that overtake
this season

this wash
this bath
of slow down

of death

of clearing
the slate

yes i
live past the cycle
but something in what ages me
also kills me off one turn
at a time

until
I know

no longer