been carted away.

a feeling of soul that only comes from walking alone and being

awake

shoulders turned for a feeling of

control, better than you

in the end,

we are lone feet wandering the circular paths

finding the places where our

footsteps have been

hearts inclined only when our rooms feel empty

or roles unfulfilled as curtain call ends

and we are stuck between backstage and the

pit

waiting for a cue, most likely not coming

or maybe we missed it when our feet

stumbled

cuts on my hands, disabling touch

sensitive ties,

caught in a bunch

leaving it all

not letting go

for when life moves,

it's never this

slow.