When we were kids, I thought things would change.
It wasn’t a long time ago that I was moving fast,
faster than I needed to.
It all had to come crashing down;
I couldn’t handle my speed,
I couldn’t handle the diversions that came my way.
I destroyed everything that tried to slow me down,
and I didn’t look back to face the mess I left behind.
The people I hurt, the moments I missed,
it’s not coming back.
But I, I am stuck; stuck in this limbo.
I can’t move on, my past has a score to settle.
I sit by this river, I can’t go anywhere from here.
My hair is messed up, my shoes worn out;
I am surrounded by all these pillars, and yet I feel no support.