Slipping (sometimes)

can’t go forward without falling

caught

slipping

inside your head again

to find the closest shadows

step into the nearest sun

sometimes you don’t get to walk away

sometimes you have to run

sometimes you have to lose everything

before the next step has begun

can’t go backwards without failing

caught

slipping

in the moment

in that gap

between each second

between each moment

you make or break

sometimes you don’t even get to choose

sometimes you have to take

sometimes it’s the everything you have to lose

in this future yours to make

can’t go sideways without flailing

caught

slipping

between a breathless profanity

and a throat warbled tut

there’s a messenger we must shoot

sometimes you don’t even get a say

sometimes it’s best to be simply mute

sometimes the points are painfully valid

and other times they’re moot

can’t go anyway without railing

caught

slipping

inside a tomorrow

and it’s not even today

forever railing against that wall

sometimes silence is truly golden

and it’s best to not say anything at all

sometimes the gold that is the silence

is knowing when to make the call