Movement

Now that I’ve made all of these steps
These feelings still seem to creep up to me
They’re moving faster, even though
I thought I was outrunning them

As the pace of life goes
I carry the things step by step
I’ve learned to love the place I’m at
The feelings push me to discomfort

Should I step left or right?
I want to do a maneuver to avoid them
Rush, or pace myself, to confuse
Maybe a celebratory jump?

I was told I’m not sprinting too fast anymore
I was told I was out of the depressing stasis
I told myself I’m moving permanently upwards
Why are the feelings still catching up?

Maybe
I
Will
Bring
Everything
To
A
Complete
Stop.
And the feelings with it.