Walking through the cemetery,
present to life.
In all its messy, splendid glory,
this life is what you have.
With dreams and yearnings,
secret wish lists tucked away
at the back of your mind.
“a body at rest will remain at rest
unless an outside force acts on it“
So you wait for that outside force,
to strike, and set you in motion.
Going at it ass backwards,
when the source of your power is inside.
How long will you let it lie dormant?
How many more hours, days,
and years will you let pass you by?
Set yourself in motion;
exchange your inertia for freedom.