Rocking Chair

Indecision is the enemy,

This rocking chair moves what’s left of me.

Oh, how I hate accountability,

Please take this plate of responsibility,

Stacked high.

I refuse to let go of expectancy,

So I’ll stay in this state of misery,

For some time…

Some time.

You say the sky is blue, but right now it’s a mean grey.

The clouds are angry and there heading this way.

I need more than an umbrella to guard this torn heart.

I need a new start.

So wash me away…