Everyday feels like it’s on the cusp
Of
A change just dying to erupt
And
My limbs are caught
Straight down the middle,
Equally
Pulled towards going back to
Where I lived when I was little
And
Towards giving back in to the idea
Of
Being ok with the unforeseeable future.
It’s kind of comedic..
Limbs caught in the middle
while in limbo.
What if this is purgatory?
Everything before the pandemic had a purpose
But what if now we’re all stuck here waiting for a sign
From someone who is no longer listening
And that’s the punishment,
Just waiting in limbo
Thinking our limbs are caught in middle
When in reality
No one is listening,
And it is
That simple..
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