he was ok

Exodus

what am i doing here.
if there was a reason,
i should have done it by now.
anything to go on.
by the time i start it'll be too late
and i can't change that
not now.
that idea was too strong to ignore
and too weak to believe
but big enough to hold me back.
to keep me in my place.
the one space i have for
my thoughts
invaded by my lack of being.
i have nowhere to go
and nothing left to do,
but so much to give to that
nothing that consumes my life.
every breath and every second
that goes by
is another that is wasted.
and i know i can only change
to make this go away
but i'm set in my ways.
routine, the thing that i never imagined.
is everywhere.
as i stare at my hands,
i realize
it was me.

SoLATisA

compliments sleight of hand beautifully