Deathgrip.

[rewiiired]

Deathgrip,
by Rewired.

I broke down on the side of the road.
I was overheating.
I put the book away, full of ideas that
I was overeating.
I put the work aside, as I was running dry.
I looked inside of me and
came out empty on
the other side, wondering
why I do what I always do.
I never knew if I was running from or running to.
I never stopped to wonder if I was looking for
the right place ahead
or a bridge I'd burnt behind.
I never knew if I was trying to escape
from my true face or
escape to something I was or
escape something I was in
or run toward something I wanted
or wished to be,
or whether it was something I didn't want,
or something I absolutely
hated about me.
All I knew was that I needed to move:
to feel the beautiful friction,
to ride the wave, dance to the whispers,
ride the rythm, to just go,
for there was no
hope in stagnation
and that horrific balance had a
deathgrip on me.
And I'm still running
-- in circles or a straight line, I wonder? --
just to feel the air,
just to know I'm moving,
just to be sure I'm
still alive.

 

[smileyfish]

I always enjoy your work rewiired - you capture internal dialoges/musings so well and I feel privileged for the the insight. To keep moving for stagnation is decay...but sometimes we all just need to stop.

 

[iLoveYouWithaKnife]

All I could say is WOW.

I never knew if I was trying to escape
from my true face or
escape to something I was or
escape something I was in
or run toward something I wanted
or wished to be,
or whether it was something I didn't want,
or something I absolutely
hated about me.
All I knew was that I needed to move

excellent.