S T U C K

Water still flows,

the waves wear me out.

But the tides still turn,

and I'm stuck in doubt.

Leaves still fall,

they crackle with a crunch.

But yet they still flutter,

and I'm stuck with a hunch.

Snow still glistens,

they flakes drag me down.

But they still spiral on,

and I'm stuck like a clown.

Wind still whistles,

and the whirls sting like a bitch.

But they keep on blowing,

and I'm stuck in a ditch.

The days are too quiet,

the nights too long.

And I stare out in space,

wondering if I belong.

For here I am,

out during dusk,

unflinching and frozen,

where I'm still stuck.