Yearning

.

Coming and going

it is a constant in this inconstant world

trading up or down in the grand scheme

yearning for the next step

never quite ready

not content to stay where you are

.

Standing still

never moving

as the world rushes past

changing, growing, learning

stagnant and quiet

pleading to move on

to experience and become

.

The ache engulfs

strips you of reason

just the sureness of not moving

not becoming

and wanting what you cannot have

.

It never changes

the world swirls on

changing colors and time

you love and cry

pleading for the peace you never seem to find

desperately believing that one day it will come

clinging to that thought

that hope

.

Knowing there is more

seeing it, feeling it

screaming to be heard

begging to be invisible

the world turns

not waiting or caring

just sure that change will come

not where or when

just that it will