I’m moving past
all the thoughts that I had
and cycles that seemed
never to end.
I’m here to amend
every inch of thread
spent in haste
of not wanting change,
because how could I gauge
what I had? The rage
inducing scene where I
leaned over in laze.
I couldn’t make the case
for not treading in place
but never again.
Never again will I
see through copilot eyes.
No more tying the ties
conjured by ease.
I stand seizing the yoke.
Every urge, every joke
of a crave, now broke.
I’m moving past.
Moving on into the end.
Every moment spoken.
No restart. No try again.
I’m moving past.
Moving on into the end.
