Standing Still

I wondered about the moon today

my mood, the moon, my deference,

the holiday.

I wandered inside my fear,

only to medicate my world as I stand here.

I cannot move,

unable to question any ideals,

left curious with whatever is near.

Perhaps I am getting older,

this is inherent fear,

I’m aging with every day of my life,

I haven’t any idea toward where.

I really haven’t been able to move,

several moments today,

I’m standing here

Are you able to understand my fear.