The days’ morning light fades as you wait.
Readiness stalls for others while gathering
Enough function to voice the fuzzy will you’re just now forming.
Silence serves as leverage in the absence of noise
but drowns ignored among the cacophony of agreement.
The dull drive pulls shame along with dollars
as you regret the omission of thought in practice,
and left suggestions at thresholds as forgiveness.
The loud now washed out the bright colors fade
the funny traded chuckles for smirks.
Did all this dwindle limited by math
or stagnant space registered already?
Sound crashing at exhaustion
a cry outside the fragile bubble of well-being
dangerously comfortable enough to easily upset.
Good and bad rear exact results of the same escape to familiar places,
and rashness recommends to sever everything to bleed again though fear for the better.
