Vicarious visions of what’s meant to be
A distant view beyond the veil
Funneled through the lens of fate
What went wrong, what went well
It’s not ours to tell
The world turns on with or without us
Others seem to follow suit
But something in the motion stops me
Stuck in neutral once again
I look around at all the faces
People and places carrying on
Lives led through the hands of time
So why can’t I follow those footsteps?
Why can’t I take those halting movements?
I only seem to march in place
I see all that could be before me
Yet all I do is blink and wait