I stand motionless, wondering if motion means more than the less I’m feeling now,
If it is filled with light and laughter and song and Spring, where I am light and free and running the race of youth.
I stand motionless, and look into my soul, wondering if there is substance to be found
To guide my journey through the seasons of a life barely begun,
And bound to be over much too soon, for reasoning all the thoughts that should be thought through.
I sleep. I dream. I cannot grasp the colors above me
James Offer / Murmuration
Or the surrounding shadows that hold me motionless.
This soul is torn.
It happened much too quickly for an understanding of a life started in the Spring,
Now sprinting into Summer, waiting for the call to Autumn where, with the leaves, I will drift
downwards into an assailing Winter, sad, yet not sad, as I can feel the motionlessness float away,
Leaving me with a need to move, while removing all need from this motionless soul come to life.