Moving On

There is this terrific compulsion to want to move on,

The skies in their stormy pose encourage the thought,

Yet sitting here in silent suspense will always prevail.

What matters to me now today will be forgotten when

New moments, an interesting thought might step in.

If in that flash of time, a peace of mind did enter into

This current state of mind, then perhaps a reprieve

From a constant threat of conspiracy drawn blind.

In the action of time, we do try to only comprehend,

The measures of sanity we want our lives to believe.

If only for the matter of wishing compassion upon

My errors, well then life might speak out loud again. 

It is that simple barrier of time drags on silent.