Silence

When the past comes crashing back
bringing with it the warmth of feelings
already felt

The future stands no chance of
warming thoughts
on ice

Wherein without time we lay motionless
asking for a breath of fresh air
returning to lost causes keeps us
spiraling into our own mind...

It's all so fluid when mistakes have already been made
reflexes are hit from one way to snap back against motion trained

We have felt things that may be misconstrued, misinterpreted, mistaken and missed
can we count on our faults to save us from the current

Pulling back to recapture flashes of glitter, glistening like gold
for we are all fools for someone eles' survival...

Can we adapt constructively so that movement onward
is as it should be

Future Determined...