to be a rocking chair

Thrusting efforts

Just to go so far

All the way to the verge of tipping over

It’s the way we’re designed

Arched over self-proclaimed dreams

Over idealistic goals

It’s the way we’re designed

to head back once it’s done

with eyes still on the horizon

rocking backwards

Time before we ever try again

To be what we used to be

To live life exactly the same

Thrusting forward…

And not getting there.

 

Many a people would wish

To simply tip over the edge

To straighten out those arches

To never walk backwards

To be anything else

but a rocking chair