at the present

little bit here, little bit there, searching for where you left yourself and why you care
hiding in the corner shadows dimming so slightly, growing ancient and aged day and nightly
out of use and out of practice too, out of reasons to resurrect the life in it too
moving away step by step, word by word, moment in and moment out you grow out of reach
please don't hesitate to admit the depth of the chasm that has come between you and the past
who you once were, who you now are at last
it seems so far to just move forward, to pay it forward to receive even a slight pleasure
the measure of your goodness is no longer in deeds but in your silence and quietness and desperation of needs
eager to change and yet unwilling to move, you complain about the present, wish of what you could prove
still lacking the momentum to continue your progress, you digress and obsess and foster excess stress.
and still get nowhere, treading air to somewhere other than where you want to go.